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... me Tunisia's language; he overflowed with happiness and friendliness. But, I just wanted to go home.
-----We finished the registration. We waved good-bye to the policemen, who where Haikl's friends. Haikl was calm and happy. Once we had returned to the comfort of his house, he told me:
-----"I love Christians, Jews, everyone. There isn't anyone on this Earth I have a problem with."
-----Now, he wanted to ask me a question. I could tell ...
... my money in exchange for rides in their horse-drawn carriages.
-----I walked to a clear stream that ran alongside the edge of town. On the opposite side of this stream was the source of Tozeur's real wealth: orchards of date palms. Feathery palm leaves bent high above me, and created an endless canopy. The trees gave me plenty of space to walk between them in a dark and sleepy Eden.
-----Translucent blue water. Neon green plants. Shade in ...
... young men helping me wore a fuzzy black robe called a "kadron". It was worn by religious men. This man and his friend, who wore Western clothes, instructed me to repeat something after them in Arabic. I recognized the words, "Allah" (God) and "El-Nabi" (The Prophet). Certainly, they wanted me to profess that Allah was the only god and Mohammed was His prophet. They were trying to trick me into believing in their religion?
-----They went to the mosque, and ...
... left them.
And in addition, to being able to see the remains of the old Berber villages, the three oasis towns provide extraordinary landscape scenery: huge gorges and ravines, fragrant gardens, and flowing streams and waterfalls.
The first village we drove to was Mides. The village was a short ten minute drive from the hotel along a very narrow and very bumpy road. We passed by the Algerian border crossing and through the Mides oasis where we got out ...
... into a cafe for a quick coffee break before taking in the Sufetula sites. I had a tiny cup of Moroccan coffee (the coffee cups are tiny weeny) with a bit of milk and this tiny cup of coffee was rather good (although coffee is still not my cup of tea …. yes you can groan here).
I wandered around the cafe with my tiny cup of coffee and was immediately descended upon by a shop proprietor who insisted I look in his shop. I took a quick look and didn't ...