Hasdrubal Thalassa & Spa
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... 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; ...
Easter Monday and sporting a fine chocolate egg courtesy of P&O we arrive in LaGoulette Tunisia which has been slotted into our itinerary due to the unrest within Egypt. Having spent two days in Israel and traveling within close proximity of the Gaza Strip and also the border of Syria with a leaflet warning us of possible unrest and phone numbers of embassies, another warning upon entering Athens of ...
... on this trip. Our excursion began in the Bardo museum in Tunis which had been opened specially for us as it is usually closed on Mondays . As a result it was very quiet and with a very good guide we were able to appreciate the absolutely amazing mosaics they have on display. It is housed in what was a Turkish palace and the inside of the building itself is beautifully decorated with painted woodwork, ceramic tiled panels and stucco decoration that ...
Kerouan may have been Islam's fourth holiest city.
-----But, small town communities were usually more conservative and traditional than big cities. The small town of Sminja, Tunisia was the most conservative community I'd ever lived in. I sometimes went weeks without seeing a woman's hair.
-----Sminja was also one of the warmest communities I'd ever lived in. Walking around, I passed small children who held hands and greeted ...
... Ferhanny Hamimi, cooked an awful food called "farfoosha" one evening. I couldn't eat it. Monsoor's daughter, Semia - who normally did the cooking - laughed and laughed and made fun of her mom's farfoosha.
-----Monsoor's family was always joking.
-----Once, I was playing cards with Monsoor's son, Haikl. I pretended to cheat, by hiding a card in the long, gray tornado beard of a man named Hmida. "Hram!" said Ferhanny Hamimi, scolding me. ...