I wouldn’t say that I’m a petrolhead or a trucking enthusiast. However, I do know that drivers of Eddie Stobart trucks are expected to wear a shirt and tie, and that they are required to return the wave of anyone waving at them. I also know there’s a big fan club, keen to hear about unusual sightings. So when I saw one parked up at the side of the road in downtown Benghazi as I returned from an interview, there was only one thing to do.
“Hang on Tam,” I said to my guide. “I need to take a picture of this.”
We screeched to a halt as I briefly explained that the truck was also from Carlisle (Tam, my fixer, driver, translator, bodyguard, was born in Carlisle, but that’s another story) – one of those other facts that I seem to know about the haulage company. And then I set off across a stinking, rubbish-infested wasteland to find the driver and ask exactly what he was doing in Libya.
Turned out he was around the back, unloading a massive consignment of, erm, eggs. He wasn’t wearing regulation shirt and tie, but I did eventually manage to coax him into a wave. Although not in the photo.