El Mouradi El Menzah
Travel Blogs from Hammamet
... sad to be leaving Sminja, but I would be happy to arrive in Ethiopia.
-----Unfortunately, I didn't have enough money to fly there now. When I'd been too lazy to find a job in Tunisia, that was the stupidest thing I ever did.
-----I had to return to Italy.
-----Oh, ****. Not Italy!!!
Thanks to the people of Tunisia, for a wonderful three months.
Missing you always,
Thanks to Abdul-Razaq; Aley & Mumtaz; ...
... and more phone numbers followed by the same warnings today to avoid any political unrest within Tunisia you have to start feeling that you are on a NATO exercise instead of a cruise. Anyway we ventured ashore on a short excursion which took us around Roman ruins which were more interesting than temples but not as interesting as ale houses, you can start to sense the desire for us to return home ...
... very intricate icing sugar. The mosaics are from the Roman period and have to be seen to be believed. Their quality and size and their completeness are astonishing. After this our guide led us through the medina or market of Tunis to the great mosque and we were able to have a little wander and do some shopping - these places are like a maze so we didn't do too much wandering though Rob did have a little explore on his own - and returned safely! The ...
... of air, in fright.
-----Maybe she liked me because I always told her she was beautiful? She had a thin jaw and broad cheekbones, a broad smile full of big white teeth, and black nail-polish on tanned fingers and feet that fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. Or maybe she liked me because my positive attitude, learned while in Guinea-Bissau, and dancing skills were famous in Sminja?
-----She motioned that I could only touch her ...
... until the wedding.
-----Monsoor killed and butchered a lamb. The women of Sminja came to Monsoor's house in the evening, to sit with Semia and watch her prepare for the wedding. Monsoor and I entertained them, by dancing and reciting the funny Arabic phrases I'd learned.
-----From this night onward, Semia would be surrounded and served by women. I could only get close enough to her, my "sister", to have two- or three-line conversations.