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... and although the world feels a little smaller, it feels just that much bigger too. The wanderlust within us has been unleashed. If you really think about the little years you potentially could have left on this planet that will go by so quickly swallowed up by train timetables, grocery lists and alarm clocks, there are many many adventures to be had on Earth at any time. If you don't know where to start, just start. For now, we hope they will wait for us. London ...
... a coffee before the 0645 appointed time.
The breakfast was simple: coffee, bread and the Kairouan sweets which were last night's dinner leftovers. Cora was worried how a possible option [the caleche ride] could impact those who did not want to do it.
We were off about 0720, 10M early, Helen of Troy muttering it was nice to have a time and sticking to it. She'll never cut Noubi a break so her monologue is getting monotonous.
Many of the surrounding hills ...
... worried I was going to be tortured. I looked at all the national guardsmen who walked past me. Did they look like they could be torturers? A lot of them did. A lot of them had colorless, empty faces. They reminded me of the faces of prostitutes. Maybe the souls of such men and women grew dim, due to the terrible things they did?
-----Was I going to be killed by extremists for not being a Muslim? Was I going to be tortured for being one?
... me. They were wasting my time. It was frustrating. The only thing I could think to do to empower myself was to sit here calmly, acting as though I wasn't bothered. But, I actually considered it a human rights violation that they should keep me here.
-----When they paid attention to me, they wanted to know: where I'd been in Tunisia; how I knew the friends I'd made; why I'd arrived on the anniversary of their revolution; etc. They looked through ...
... It had been
supplied by an aqueduct & had a huge cistern to pipe the water
around the town. The suburbs we drove through are very patchy with many half built places & masses of rubbish. Civic pride seems to be totally absent from these areas.
On the way we passed the ruins of a huge aqueduct which supplied Carthage with water from a source K150+ away. It was a magnificent piece ...