A trip to Hammamet, famous resot in the north of Tunisia

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29. 12. 2003 Hammamet (Tunisia)
Finally landed in Tunisia ... but to get there ... Direct flight Rome - Monastir but after an hour and 40 landed in the island of Djerba surprise! Mah! After a while we share for our goal.

A rickety bus brings us to our resort in just 90 minutes covering the 70 kms from the airport by Yasmine Beach Resort in Hammamet. And 'night and we go to bed dead tired.

30. 12. 2003 Hammamet (Tunisia)
Early in the morning brings us a taxi into town. 8 km from our resort.
Everything here is based, as they say the same merchants, the contract ... Let's take a tour of the "Medina", much like the bazaars of Istanbul ... what a mess, all you pulled left and right to show their stalls and sometimes were so annoying ... They sold everything and as we had explained the guide, you never know the true price of an item ... I think that buying a metal bracelet with my name engraved in Arabic and they wanted 36 dinars (30 euros), after various negotiations go down to 6 dinars! I continue my tour of the Medina and stops me another bangle-seller, and for once I show my sbolognarlo just bought and he asks me what I had paid, say, four dinars, and he raises: "You do it for three dinars. The value of these objects will never know!
But this is Tunisia! A 96% Muslim country, where the state language is Arabic and where national programs stop every four hours for a short interval to liturgical ...
In the evening we meet three Foggia street and after various adventures we can all go together in an area full of nightclubs, but very disappointing. We choose the largest: "Manhattan" and the evening disco dancing Poor Tunisia ...
31. 12. 2003 Hammamet (Tunisia)
We have just done a tour of this suburb of Hammamet, that ugly! There are only hotels and resorts. I seem to walk on the board of that parlor game called "Hotel"! All these impressive four or five star hotels which boast a luxury sometimes excessive ...
Also, walking around, I noticed and discovered several things: that there are many tourists in Algeria, all with their car number plates similar to those in France but with the international abbreviation: DZ; that to enter the casino you must be a stranger and show it with your passport In fact the entrance is forbidden to Tunisia and play with euros or dollars.
In the evening we celebrated the end of the 2003 with a great dinner at the hotel. What a disappointment! Hours and hours of waiting to eat little and poor quality. The only two things were the features belly dancers and pigs left free between the tables with many Tunisians who chased them.
01. 01. 2004 Nabeul (Tunisia)
Today I really saw that Tunisia was looking ... that true, that far from the pomp of the great European resorts to five stars, that of camels, of milk at the edges of streets full of gasoline purchased in neighboring Libya (we covered the road leading to Tripoli, 300 miles and Cairo 3000).
The petrol here costs 50 cents, Libya: half, that's why many gas stations you improvise ... I saw the Tunisia of mud and straw huts, dirt roads, the men sitting around a table to enjoy their filthy loved "hookah", women "object" with the burqa, the markets for ceramics ... This is Tunisia, which was looking for ...
Tunisia, whose third language is Italian, whose women apparently have more submissive lovers of mankind, those which, as said our guide, like four animals: a donkey, the jaguar, the lion and the mink .. . Fact that a bed is looking like a lion, which presents a vision, has a jaguar in the garage and pay all the bills like a donkey ...
Nabeul has hit us for the ceramics. Anywhere selling food, dishes and everything can be done with clay. It 'been very interesting this escapade!

02. 01. 2004 Douz (Tunisia)
In the morning we visited El Jem Coliseum and the third largest in the world after Rome and Capua (modern Santa Maria Capua Vetere). Although a little sleepy (there were six in the morning) we form a group of Roma Casimiro two ladies (and Daniela Liliana), two Roman girls (Federica and Alessia) and a couple of forties of Catanzaro (even the woman marathoner Italian had finished fourth in the marathon in New York).
The tour proceeds to the time of Matmata where we visit the troglodyte villages, a people who lived hidden in holes dug in the rocks to defend against pirates of the desert and who refused the progress and all that entailed. I felt a little Licia Colò when I tasted their bread soaked in olive oil ...
Lunch of Coussa Coussa and immediately leave again to Douz to see the sunset in the Sahara desert ...
My camel was walking, walking, climbing ambled among the many dunes of the desert ... the sun going down over the horizon making room for the queen of darkness ... the infinity of sand drove me crazy ... and he ... always kept quiet on his way.


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