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- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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It was amazing to think that, if I would've come to Tunisia before 2011, I wouldn't have seen any women wearing head-scarves. I would've seen my girlfriend's hair, without even having to sneak into her house at night.
-----But, it was true. My sister Semia told me that, during the dictatorship of Ben Ali, it had been illegal for women to wear head-scarves in public. Following the 2011 revolution, women became "free" to cover their hair. It was ironic, ...
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
... girl, she lives to appease you. The more she has sex, the more despotic she becomes." - J.Breen philosophy
-----I liked my girlfriend's passion and energy. I liked her playful smile.
-----In public places, we sat and put her bag over our laps, so we could secretly tickle one another. We held each other in her courtyard at night. One day, we kissed in her house while we were sure the other family members were either sleeping or ...
... dressed now in a silky silver robe. She sat on a mattress on the ground, while her sister Hanen painted her fingers with henna. Old women sat beside her; one of them was Oommy Fatma, Monsoor's tiny mother who liked to laugh. They surrounded a small charcoal fire.
-----The women of Sminja slowly departed. Semia's family members and I ate chunks of lamb meat, that tasted like the juiciest and most delicious steak.
-----When we woke up, there were ...