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; ...
... and more phone numbers followed by the same warnings today to avoid any political unrest within Tunisia you have to start feeling that you are on a NATO exercise instead of a cruise. Anyway we ventured ashore on a short excursion which took us around Roman ruins which were more interesting than temples but not as interesting as ale houses, you can start to sense the desire for us to return home ...
... 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 ...
... waist up, and I agreed. She asked, "Weqt-ash?" (When?) and "Ween?" (Where?) These were important questions. Our intimacy had to remain secret. She had once suggested that, if she and I were ever just alone in the same room together, her male family members would kill us.
-----I didn't fear these small and friendly men. And "Sneaky" was my middle name - a middle name so sneaky that neither my own mother nor the F.B.I. knew I had it. When ...
... 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 ...