We’re Not The Only Ruins Here
Hard as it is to believe, there are ruins here we haven’t seen yet. Perhaps more surprisingly, we’re still interested in visiting them. In this case, there are a pair of locations, Dougga and Bulla…
When FOMO Met YOLO
Hard as it is to believe, there are ruins here we haven’t seen yet. Perhaps more surprisingly, we’re still interested in visiting them. In this case, there are a pair of locations, Dougga and Bulla…
Tunisia’s richest crafts traditions, in my opinion, are ceramics and carpet weaving, which I’ve covered in the posts on Nabeul and Kairouan, respectively. But that’s not all that’s going on here, so let’s take a…
When does enough become too much? Prior to Tunisia we’d been to Mexico, Cuba, and Morocco, and I’d gotten tattoos in two of those three locations. Worse, a lapse in judgement had the Mexican tattoo…
Day Four started with an early morning camel ride before we left Ksar Ghilane for a different chunk of the Sahara. Camels: better than coffee to get the blood moving. This is the camel lot.…
We’ll be staying in the general area around Tataouine for Day Two, so not as harsh as getting down to this part of Tunisia from Sousse yesterday. Chenini Chenini is technically another hilltop Ksar, like…
Our new best friend, Mohamed from Nabeul, picked us up at 7:00 AM to start our trip to the Sahara. As a retired professional tour guide, Mohamed was an incredibly knowledgeable resource to have at…
Assembling a road trip turned out to be complicated. There are so many worthwhile locations here. Nabeul was the easy part. We were expecting to lose our shit over the ceramics, and we did not…
Tunisia is relatively small, but still too big to ignore. Being here for three months and seeing nothing but Carthage and Tunis would be a sin. Plus, an entire month of Ramadan left us with…
Home is what you take with you, not what you leave behind. — N.K. Jemisin That’s certainly how we felt about this adventure. And most of our lives. And it’s absolutely true in the broadest…
Foolishly, when writing about Marrakech and Fes, I leaned into how old they felt. That take was destined to age poorly, and it didn’t take long. I take it all back. Tunisia is fucking old.…