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 ...
... did try to sell but they were nothing like as persistent as we remember from our last visit. I bought a little metal pot to put incense sticks in for my Chinese shrine. We went to Carthage and had a very good typical Tunisian lunch in a hotel next to the remains of the Roman aqueduct and water tanks. Then to a village called Sidi bou Said which is a pretty little place built on a hill overlooking the Gulf of Tunis with whitewashed houses and blue ...
... Were the neighbors going to see me? Did I look suspicious? Did I look guilty? I felt guilty. Uh oh, my girlfriend's door was closed. Should I knock on it, or ring the door-bell? How could I let my girlfriend know I'd arrived, without waking up her family? Uh oh, I'd better get out of here. I put my kashabiya hood over my head and walked home.
-----I would make several failed attempts to sneak into my girlfriend's house. Every night, my ...
... of her love for the old woman named Halileah Hamimi.
-----Halileah loved dancing with Monsoor; she squatted like a primitive spear-fighter, and hopped around the dance floor.
-----A slow and groovy instrumental song, full of flute solos and a darbuka, came on. I danced with Monsoor. He made me laugh with his happy eyes and his Arabic dance moves, including the "shoveling coal" move. I really enjoyed this dance.
Only two days ...