horror trip continued

Not the one in my private life but the one in Libya.

So Gaddafi is history - and good riddance: excellent news so far. But what is to follow? There's serious danger that the rebels will shoot each other for power as soon as it is clear that they (collectively) hold it (which supposedly will be the case very soon).


There's a good thing and a bad thing about Libya, and the thing is oil: good because people will have resources to rebuild the country, and bad because people might fight for those resources, named oil.

And even worse, the Western World might try and play a part in who will gain power now - and they ultimately will select a politician who, most likely, will do as told, and this person of course might not at all be the best leader for the country.
(Let's face it, to install democracy in Libya on the spot is an illusion; the question is rather whether the next leader will be a 'good dictator' or rather a tyrant. Or whether it will be possible to install an oligarchy of clans which balances the powers within the country.)

Damn the oil, I only wish we had an economy independent from it - for which, unfortunately, there only will be a chance after mankind has fought the war for the last available oil resources, which of course still lies in the future.

horror trip

Even though I found some cannabis growing wild lately (some fruiting and some flowering, on different places, a few days ago) I am no consumer, and the horror trip as described below therefore is real.

Silly me went up Mixnitz Bärenschützklamm and further up a mountain, and for the fun of it, or so it seems, silly me decided to go criss-cross on the descent.

Down steep slopes I went, I had to climb a small rock face (and nearly fell down it), later there was some raw rubble-and-stone ditch, even more and even steeper hills, spiky young spruce and thorny blackberries; in other words, I fell several times (and on one occasion only a young spruce tree was my saviour, to which I clung despite its stinging needles), I've got grazes everywhere around my feet and arms, but no serious damage was done and I'm back home again.

Only thing I know is that next time I just might decide not go criss-crossing. Probably.