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- Room service
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... enough special treatment on the tour, including a room change here. After awhile, it begins to be an irritant.
The Algerian group was too old and this one is a bit too independent--individualists--to come together very much. John was by far the best of the lot. A final bit of wifi and off a bit early with bright sunshine. The SS Helen has the most grotesque cackle. Great, got the Fashion Police as a seatmate.
By the time we got to the site ...
... irony whatsoever made me want to burst out tlaughing. Belting out the chorus to "Hey Jude" was pretty hysterical, too. It certainly was an improvement over some of the has-been comedians we have suffered through... 5- Afternoon tea is something the Brits can't seem to live without. At 3:45 everyday the ship serves up a luscious selection of crustless sandwiches, cakes, and pastries along with tea and coffee. Since we eat dinner at 6:15 and ...
... the complex, with palestras and gymnasiums on either side and the natatio (swimming pool) beyond.
Whilst the Antonine Baths are in many respects typical of other imperial baths, their design was influenced by location, resulting in a number of unique design aspects. Located on the Mediterranean coast, the natatio was open and faced the sea to take advantage of the views. Being ...
... Roman general Scipio levelled the site and symbolically sowed salt over it to prevent anything from ever growing there again, and even that I just read may have been a myth.
Today, Carthage is Tunis' toniest and most exclusive suburb and aside from it's grand history, it's nice to just meander around the port area, Byrsa Hill and all the grand, white mansions of Tunis' wealthy.
So on a hot, sunny day what better to do then, than ...
Good grief. It's been a while, hasn't it guys? At least it feels like that to me. Since the last entry, I've left Sete, eventually made it to Marseille, kicked around and drank too much beer and then left the continent entirely, arriving in Tunis exhausted, filthy and desperate for a bed and a clean toilet, and the ability to sleep without hearing "papaaaaa!" every two minutes. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? A few days ago (I've lost all sense of what day it is) I got ...