We checked out a small traditional hotel: the Funduq Saferous which had character and a decent enough looking restaurant but had shared bathrooms.

We finally elected for the charming, small, traditionally decorated Funduq Kabir.  The receptionist had hawkish features, severe shiny gelled hair and a Douglas Fairbanks moustache.  He could have been a character from Casablanca.   The place had a charming and clean atmosphere. The rooms were large and fresh with TVs and  nice bathrooms.

We walked to the very large souk which is built round a large square with seats and pergolas.  The market had household goods, textiles, carpets, and the creamy white woolen blankets that some Libyan men wear as part of traditional attire.  Some stalls were selling traditional Libyan embroidered waistcoats and cloaks. 

I ate two schwarmas and watched an altercation that had all the potential for a good fight especially as one of the protagonists, a shop-keeper,  had a sharp iron bar. 

Later we visited the Gozitik monument.  This is a space age futuristic construction shaped like a large spinning top.  We could not gain access to the museum within.  Later on we bought some fast food, a pizza, some baklava, and I  bought some chicken livers to make pate back in Brega.  I also bought some beef, eye of round, which I had mistaken for a fillet of loin to take back with us to Brega. 

The next day we made our way to the company offices in Misrata nearby a little park with some Llamas and flowers where we caught the company bus to Brega, a journey of several hours.  We stopped for food at Agilla notorious from the 1920s and 1930s for being one of the places where the Italian occupiers established concentrations camps where thousands of Libyans freedom fighters where held in barbed wire cages. 

We arrived back in the work camp to be greeted by the sulphorous smells of the gas plant.  Our next trip would be in two months to Sabratha. due to an enforced stay in Tripoli.