Tunisia by Daniele Somenzi

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Tunisia
John, who has a travel agency, I asked son if ordered in June to go to Jerba in Tunisia for a week to give support to the girl who accompanied the group, I accept, so to Rome Fiumicino birth with a part of a group of mega 'eighty people who have won this travel tour operator, going.
The plane is a Boeing 727 of tunis air. there is also a board Orso Maria Guerrini, Italian actor who is on the Arab country with his crew to shoot some scenes for his film, even asked me if I am willing to make an appearance a few days later, I say to you but then most are not alive.
We arrive at the airport of Jerba, and here we descend the plane with a ladder, and right there on the track, we are all lined up the bags of all passengers. there is no clearance, pass without any control, a bus takes us into a resort hotel, our club is called Telemaque resort.
I assign a room, the evening's entertainment, the beach is not the best, certainly we are not here to Caribbean or better still in the Maldives, but the sun is fine, I prefer to stay at the pool.
In the evening we are all in a great hall to eat, we eat very well, then disco till late,
When the day I was asking if I prefer to support them staying in a hotel or go on tour of oases, opto clearly for the tour, I am an eagle flying free in the sky, and stay in the village a week, it is I,
So the next day with 2 full bus, leaving for boarding the ferry, because it Jerba is an island. the small harbor, the Tunisian fishing boat with fish, one thing that I immediately all'occhio, grinding km with coaches, and past small villages, is the lack of women or of homo sapiens of the female sex, are all locked in the house it says.
We arrive at the edge of the sand dunes of the sahara desert, and do many of our tour with the camels, and I enjoyed filmo with my camera to the scene, but unfortunately I have something unpleasant, I feel between the gears of my camera, relying ear, the bad-cri cri. some sand has sent haywire the ingaranaggi breaking. To say the misery, but right now? could not break at the end of the holiday? this sand is so fine that it seems powder.
For lunch eat all under the tents of Bedouins cross-legged, all very Tunisian shame that the owner of these tents is not a Bedouin, but an Italy.
The rose of the desert, are on all the stalls of the mini market that we visit, where I buy a complete miniature cups of coffee and coffee, and a leather hat .. That night sleep in a nice hotel on the edge of the desert. We are surrounded by date palms.
The next day we visit a house cave houses dug deep holes in various soil currently inhabited by the elderly Tunisians, something typical of the place. One of the drivers up under a stone and a beautiful scorpione ago to show whether the driver is unfortunate that antipathy, so at a later became flat as a sheet of paper. Last stage to a market, I even go down by bus, too much confusion.
In the evening we return to JERBA and pass the remaining days in a hotel, as the desert out there and we are isolated.
At the airport, yet we board the plane without any control, if a bomb had a hand in his pocket, no problem to take it on board, robe da matti.
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