When I was in Tripoli, I decided to be proactive and started my search for a place to rent. I was told that I will have an allowance of around 3300 Dinars (around 3000 USD) per month as a cap for my rental fee. The search for residence was so much fun especially with the agent I had with me. Very friendly and nice with an amusing accent of English.
The houses he started with were absolute no no. I first thought he wanted to test my taste with the most unbearable ones. His approach towards my requests and questions was very interesting.
"Sir, you like the house, the owner will bring for you everything...." I heard this every and each time we were in a new property. He was also very keen to talk about the city, the good areas, shops, prices etc which was great.
Most of the expatriates of Tripoli are living in a complex of villas in the western skirt of the city. Very nice place but full and expensive. I also visited many villas far from the city and they were HUGE. I found a fantastic villa, three stories, 7 bedrooms, a terrace, back yard, two kitchens...you could play football in the living room and the design was brilliant but how many rooms do a couple need? I was amazed that most of the houses that they offered me were so big...in one occasion. I found myself in a 8 bedroom three story villa where a small company could comfortably move in...I met different sorts of land lords. Young, middle-aged and old. Some educated in the west and had a good command of English...and for others I needed my guide to interpret. I was amazed when I realised that one of the guys I met was former oil minister of Libya!
"In the past here is farm....you know farm?ha? ya lot of orange juice! You know orange juice?"
and I realised my guide meant that the area used to be an orange garden before. I was enjoying a lot the way he wanted to confirm many of the words he used. During our searches, I leaned about the place where Tripoli gangs were living, where the black market was located, where the most expensive shops were also had a chance to know about the nice restaurants, etc. He even pointed to a long wall and said "Hospital for crazy people".
Finally we found the one, a nice and new apartment with three bedrooms and two nice balconies looking westward with the view of a diplomatic garden and the sea, very close to my future office and in a very clean area. That is where Mr and Mrs.Behi will live when they move in.
My guide generously offered me dinner that night, we went to a place in the eastern suburbs of Tripoli, where they call "the hole" or in Arabic "Hofrah". Again the same sort of question from my guide :" Sir, here they sell fish, you know fish?" :-) It was a complex of five or six restaurants but looked more like a fish market in the first glance with the variety of fish displayed nicely in the front. You should choose one and then enter the restaurant. They will barbecue the fish and bring it for you. The place does not have a five star look but it is nice, the fish was fantastic maybe because our table was also by the sea. In future, I will be able to blog about beautiful Mediterranean sunsets from my balcony...We have a new window to a new era...