Journal - Napló
|Posted on December 9, 2011 at 11:10 PM||comments (0)|
Eventually, we didn’t get a job on the Boi Branco and though the first officer recommended another ship that was looking for manpower, we gave up the idea of us, I mean, me continuing the journey on a ship. Given that it can easily turn out that after a few weeks Kenneth will follow me, we decided I’m going to travel onwards on land. Thus, he’ll catch up with me more easily.
Although with Talal we sailed for the sea t...Read Full Post »
|Posted on October 2, 2011 at 8:25 AM||comments (0)|
„Our office” is situated in one of the office buildings of the central, one-way Azmi street. Apart from us, two families live on upper levels, otherwise the offices have been empty for more than 10 years now. 3 rooms, a bathroom, office tables, computers and two couches which unfortunately don’t let you stretch out but still function as excellent beds. Talal moved here not long before our arrival so everything was pretty much just thrown into the room...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 23, 2011 at 8:20 AM||comments (0)|
We’ve been in Lebanon for almost 6 weeks now. We are waiting for answers from many sources so that we could decide what direction to take next.
People are working on the ship called Boi Branco transporting living animals. Once they are done, the huge mass of iron will leave for South-America. They’ll give us a call if they need extra manpower. In case this happened, we’d ’work ourselves to’ the American continent and our...Read Full Post »
|Posted on September 10, 2011 at 1:50 PM||comments (0)|
|Posted on July 28, 2011 at 5:35 AM||comments (0)|
Beirut, the city of calm after the storm
As opposed to the Islamic Tripoli, the capitol is more divided religion-wise. On the part that was struck most by the civil war lasting for 15 years and that is the dividing line between the city’s Christian and Islamic parts and is being rebuilt, now mosques and temples stand right next to each other. New, sand-coloured buildings reminding of blocks of flats ar...Read Full Post »
|Posted on July 20, 2011 at 8:45 PM||comments (0)|
Days 70-74. Boat hunt in Beirut (Lebanon 3.)
Even before stepping on Lebanese lands we decided we’d try to get on a ship. We wouldn’t have been the first ones to pay off in labour and travel on a vast ship. Emails and phone calls were in vain so we devoted two days to leave for the capital from Tripoli in order to ’investigate’ personally.
On the first occasion our goal was to get to ...Read Full Post »
|Posted on June 29, 2011 at 3:35 AM||comments (0)|
Amongst lions, in the company of Africans
According to Agnes and Jane, the Lebanese are, from many aspects, more dangerous predators, than the lions of their home, Nigeria or Ghana.
With our Lebanese acquaintance, Daniel and his three friends, the Ghanaian-born Agnes, Jane of Nigerian birth and her son, Kingdom, we went to see the zoo near Beirut. The tiny world of cages lies in the mounta...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 12, 2011 at 12:50 AM||comments (0)|
In Tripoli, during Ramadan, the Islamic fasting month, under Jehova’s witness’ guidance
From the Syrian border station we were directed to the nearby greengrocer’s to obtain an official document certifying we payed the fee for leaving. So now we were free to go to the Lebanese side, we got a visa for 15 days, and then, with two rides we got to Tripoli, the biggest...Read Full Post »
|Posted on March 6, 2010 at 11:45 AM||comments (2)|
I had this brilliant idea of buying a car in Lebanon. There was this SLC 450 aged 36 years that was o so beautiful. I looked at the prices in Norway and the prices here, tried to calculate all the costs of getting it to Norway, decided that it might just be profitable and I put the wheels in motion. Sort of speak. As it turns out, buying a car in a country far from home where you know few people, have no idea about prices and don’t speak the language, especially when the ca...Read Full Post »
|Posted on December 20, 2009 at 4:55 PM||comments (1)|
Life at the office, as I have referred to it in earlier blogs, meant my life here in Tripoli. When Peter was here, the office was our basecamp. It was a cool place to stay with two wonderful couches, a computer with access to internet, a water dispenser, a door that could be locked and view that was ever present through the all glass outer walls. After the lockable door, then perhaps the air conditioner was the item appreciated the most at the time we spent here together, now however it has ...Read Full Post »