To Houmt Souk, Djerba
Trip Start Feb 07, 2008
17Trip End Feb 23, 2008
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We had found what looked like a good hotel from the Lonely Planet Guide book, Hotel Erriadh. We got into a taxi and stated our destination, but the taxi-driver seemed confused and annoyed. He was expecting tourists to demand the touristic zone, a long and relatively expensive drive, and here we were asking for accomodation which was right under our noses! Because of the heavy bags we now had, I wanted to be driven to the door, but as we later found out, there was no access for vehicles in the narrow medina allies. We had to walk and it wasn't easy to find the way. Even the locals seemed unable/unwilling to help, until we were lucky enough to ask the right guy who took us all the way to the door. What a beautiful door, and what delightful decor!
Paul Eric took a rest in the warm room (there was a heater, which we had not had in Tozeur), whilst I took a look at the maze of pretty avenues and squares making up the medina of Houmt Souk. It was full of cafés, restaurants and shops, but the pressure to look in the shops was greater than we had experienced in Tozeur. I don't like to be rude, but if you don't want to spend all your holiday in a shop, you have to learn to ignore people, as they don't take no for an answer. A man claimed to be a waiter from our hotel, and pretended to be offended that I didn't remember him. I had to laugh! Little did he know that I was not a day-tripper from the touristic zone. Another man asked me, "Why don't you like to talk to Tunisians?" That's silly! Why would I come to Tunisia if I didn't want to talk to Tunisians? Here, one of the Djerban pottery stalls.
One thing we didn't manage to get in Tozeur was swimming trunks for Paul Eric, but here they were of course available. We bought some right next door to the hotel for 12 dinars, and then found a restaurant for dinner - a strange place where we were the only customers in the dark room upstairs. The food was ok, the waiter attentive and the company of the cat on the window sill was nice. Then we looked around town, buying a phone charger for 4 dinars, and finding the internet café. We met the second man of the day claiming to be a waiter from our hotel, and this time Paul Eric got a good laugh!
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