Thursday, April 17, 2003
Coming back from the pub quiz at about 3.00am, I caught a service into Jounieh.
The driver, a young man from Tripoli, was one of my regulars.
Seated in the front alongside him was a friend or relative and the back seat was spilling over with little brothers or cousins obviously taking advantage of tomorrow’s holiday by cruising around in a service all night!
The boy sitting immediately next to me asked me, about the driver, “how do you know him, is he you’re friend?”
I replied, “yes he is and so are you”.
That seemed to please him.