We’ve had an email confirming that the visas have been issued, and so it looks likely that we’ll be flying out on Saturday. Ah well. Ten weeks work will put a pram in the hallway, I suppose.
And so my mind turns to Libya. One route to mental reconciliation with the thought of being there is to tell myself that this is an interesting time in that country’s history. As things are shaping up, in a few years time it might be a popular tourist destination. The Austrians are interested in setting up a bank there, and there’s talk of Shell getting right in amongst all that lovely gas – and not a shot fired. Or westerner beheaded. But let’s not forget that it’s not all big profits and sunkissed beaches: it’s still a weird and somewhat dodgy place to be.