Hotel Nova Park La Marsa
Route Touristique de Gammarth La Marsa, 02070, Tunisia
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... own so it is a good thing we did the tour today. Our guide was really nice and funny. At the baths he kept telling us not to point our cameras through the gardens toward the presidential palace because of all the guards. He said it several times and I thought he was trying to be funny until I looked carefully and in trees there were guards… camouflaged and crouching down… Chris didn't even seen any but they ...
Come with me to the Kasbah
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Grandmothers are the same all the world over and the grandmother of the family, covered with blue facial tattoos of the Berber culture dipped her hand into the communial bowl to continuously provide me with couscous, vegetables, meat and intestinal casings of liver mixtures (which by the way was tasty). Grandmother also felt the need to grab Casey’s hands and firmly rearranged all her rings to be on the "proper" fingers.
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Our second day in Tunis is better
... There is very little left of that. We went first to the Punic quarter and the museum there. Fairly unimpressive ruins that have to be viewed from afar. The sites are spread over a fairly wide area and the signage is not that great so it was hard to get the best out of it. The theatre is almost entirely reconstructed (and not very well) and the roman villas are, well, in ruins.
After a couple of hours of Carthage ...
First Week
... hospitable. They have a upscale home and two sons age 19 and 17 so there are people my age. The sons are pretty cool people and they took me to a beach away from the city with thier friends and it was alot of fun. I have a lot of friends already so there is always something to do. The food is also awesome. The lady who cooks and cleans for the family is a great cook so she is my favorite person I've met so far. This is all I have for now ill try to keep yall ...
Yet another $2 travel adventure
... lanterns and painted tiles, probably all made in China. All this and I was only about two hundred feet into the place. The narrow streets were about as wide as a car and the walls were hidden by all the colorful junk hanging anywhere and everywhere and spilling into the already crowded sidewalks. I hung onto my backpack and guarded my wallet for dear life and made my way further into the chaos. This was all the same kind of merchandise an ...


