“Here is a 50 km limit, I will allow 20 over the limit, but you went 75,” said the policeman in question.
I do not doubt it; it is a very nice stretch of road (albeit only 700 meters long) without any obstructions, turns or traffic, and it’s been recently resurfaced. I like this ‘I will allow 20 over the limit’. Perfectly Lebanese. Even when there is a clear rule, we will still fidget with it.The paperwork was then handed over to a gentleman of the Darak, the Internal Security Forces, who – while apologizing profusely – wrote me a 50,000 pounds ticket. I didn’t argue, yet he kept saying "sorry, eh?”
I figured that the paying of the ticket – which had to be done somewhere else where you also had to retrieve your driver’s license (yes, they take that away) – would result in a nice blog spot about absolute absurdity and chaos, but no such luck. I came in, paid, got my license (which had been confiscated only 25 minutes earlier, yet had made its way to the station already), and left.
Without a hitch. What a pity.