This will be part of a new series of posts that basically deal with my moving over to Lebanon and exactly what I’ve been going through. It’s important to me to catalogue these things to make sure that I don’t forget how things are in a normal country, because it’s very easy to assimilate and you eventually think that actually what you’re doing is normal….when it’s actually not.

So I was meant to fly into Lebanon tomorrow afternoon (which I’m still doing hopefully) and then take a cab from the airport directly to the VW dealership - oh yeah I bought my first ever car. This one here:

It’s a Golf. It’s shark blue. It’s a solid little car and what I need for the time being in Lebanon. I really really really wanted an Alfa Romeo Guillietta, but alas, spare parts in Lebanon are extortionate and getting someone to actually sort it out for you isn’t really all that easy. There are a set number of places that can help you out.

Now the place I bought it from is the Kettaneh dealership, which has got several cars under their banner. So my representative, nice guy, but unfortunately not very organised. His sole task was to get my car registered in time for me when I got back to Lebanon. Big Massive Fail (BMF for short). No he only got around to sending it off today. It officially takes 48hrs. So I’ve had to go and rent a car for 24hours. Not sure how much it’s going to cost me, but alas it’s a pain in my ass, that could have been prevented if he’d basically registered the car when I transfered the required payment to them 10 days ago.

So file this one under:
In Lebanon, they all lie.