Bloggers block so I played Pin The Tail On The World Map. Closed my eyes and stabbed a finger. Tripoli Libya will do nicely. We only went there once and suspecting it might be a while before I got back, wobbled ashore on my bicycle regardless of delirium tremens from early-stage virus. A 20 foot de facto Gaddafi grins from a banner on the city wall and sharp faced men snake around corners with hands jammed in the pockets of their long shirts. I was so ill I shot four rolls of film before it dawned on me there wasnt any film in. The F5 shouldn't have let me do that. The F4 wouldn't have permitted it at all. I retraced my steps but the light had shifted. The medina had shut for the rest of the day and the strange couple arguing atop a perilously derelict building must have shoved one another over the side. All the images I did manage to capture have a jaundiced malcontent. As though shot through a fugue or keyhole. Seems I sought out dank alleys and dark moist corners to spite the perfect blue sky. I wasn't so disorientated that I allowed my curiosity to go any further than here because I believe I was being followed. If only by my imagination. Wobbled back aboard and Gibbs sent me to bed.