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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 ...
... To my surprise, this made my girlfriend much happier. She wanted someone to hug and kiss. She wanted to live with a man, and have a baby. I told her I'd write to this man, soon after leaving Tunisia.
-----We said good-bye. I had to leave Tunisia and go to visit one more country, so my world travels would be complete.
-----She walked me to the door of her courtyard. We kissed. "Akhar boussa," she said. (Our last kiss.)
... with his sisters and aunts and grandmother. Others hugged and kissed the cute children who were constantly running around town, just waiting for adults to pick them up and hold them. And other guys went crazy.
-----My dance with Monsoor ended.
-----A gorgeous, black-eyed girl named Amina asked me to sit with her and her friends, and I accepted. Maybe I was breaking some rule of gender segregation. But, no one seemed to care. Young Amina told me ...