Another random travel experience picked out of the memory hat now – a fantastic trip to Tunisia with a friend I studied with on my journalism MA at Sheffield University way back when . . .
This trip has to count as my first ever “exotic” holiday. Everything before this was fairly safe and relatively similiar to home – Ibiza, Portugal, Greece, Australia, all great, but not particularly taxing.
Tunisia however was the first country where we had a sense of alienation, slightly disconcerting, things a little bit off kilter, a language we couldn’t understand or even read but was as pretty as an illustration in the margins of fairytale books.
We stayed in Sousse, a large costal city with a large Medina and Casbah (finally we could actually sing Rock the Casbah while actually in one!!)
There’s a museum at the casbah with fantastic mosiacs from Roman villas in the area. Here’s me with a selection of them ..
Here’s the Ribat. A ribāṭ is an Arabic term for a small fortification built along a frontier during the first years of the Muslim conquest of the Maghreb to house military volunteers, called murabitun.
And here’s some shots of the lovely beach, shame it was FREEZING!!!!
Next up Carthage, the desert, the salt flats and Sidi Bouzid. But meanwhile here’s the lovely view from our hotel room over the beach.
