
We set out from Tripoli and drove east stopping at Serte, and then the long road to Benghazi, the coast road made famous by the 27 Libyan battles of World War Two when rallied by the likes of Rommel and Montgomery.
The roads get steadily more remote and empty of traffic the further east you drive. A regular supply of scruffy roadside cafes keep your caffeine levels topped up with fresh Nescafe, along with locally picked oranges, while you sit in the sun and admire the local choice in classic cars (Peugeot 404s and 504s are still common sets of wheels in these parts).

We ran along the Mediterranean coast in bright sunshine, took in chicken kebabs washed down with fresh oranges, and stopped in empty, deserted hotels. We found the local fuel is “supposed” to be 95 octane - modern Rover 75s among the many Toyotas and Kia’s seem to run without any fuel issues, and the surface quality of the roads seems surprisingly good. Driving standards vary enormously, you certainly need your wits about you, for one thing herds of camels have no respect for traffic, just wandering aimlessly across the road.

Our next trip will have us exploring some of the tracks that run out in the desert for optional Time-Trials. We met the Ministry of Tourism and other local officials, along with the national club responsible for motor-sport authorisation, and found the locals very willing, friendly, and super-helpful.
Philip Young & Kim Bannister
(Jan. 10th, '08)

