>> halfway back to tripoli, the m magnificent ruins of leftus magma.oting that at one time the emperor of all rome was himself in libyan, born right her here. >> someone chipped off all the dicks. not they was looking. >> anywhere else in the world this place would be overrun with tourists. but look, no one. you're free to wander as you wish. >> quite a backdrop, you know? seeing a little dinner theater production of "our town" a couple of thousand years ago. not bad. >> the only other visitors today are a troupe of libyan boy scouts. bizarrely enough, gadhafi himself was once a scout. and this was one of the only organizations allowed to remain independent of the government. >> maybe i should go down there and introduce myself to my former scout mates. exchange some boy scout lore >> yes, yes, i was once a boy scout, too. drilled into their heads is something that was long ago drilled few mine. [ speaking foreign language ] >> i promise to be trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courtious, kind, obedient, cheerful, terroristy, brave, clean and rever