Tunisia - A funny egg purchase and the most beautiful shortcut in Tunisia

The two of us don't really agree: Gerd swears by Maps.me, I swear by GoogleMaps. Interestingly, the routes suggested by Maps.me are the nicer ones, but usually the longer ones. Google tends to want to get to the destination quickly, and likes to make detours via dual carriageways and motorways. 

Today Gerd insists on his route, google doesn't even know the road. So I brace myself for a bumpy road that is no good for knitting and podcasts have to be played at Tunisian volume. 

But far from it, we take this little 16-km shortcut and drive through the almost uninhabited mountains on freshly asphalted meandering road. Gerd sends our drone into the air and I leisurely steer our Felix through a dream landscape. Chemlali is a small area in the north of Djebel Daher. We stop about a hundred times and are simply thrilled. If our supplies weren't completely exhausted, we would just stay here. But as it is, we are drawn further.

To one of the great fresh food markets

We love these markets here in Tunisia. Everything that doesn't need to be packaged (cheese, butter, chips or chocolate) we buy at the market. Equipped with my collected bags and sacks, we stroll off. 

Today we also want to buy eggs. For this, we have been carrying around these cardboard organic egg packs of 4 and 6 with us since Switzerland. Because here the eggs are sold in plastic bags and juggled home. Nothing for us, we are prepared.

I hold out my packs to the vendor and he picks up the egg carton, turns it every which way, looks at us, looks at his friends and the market stall neighbours and they all laugh. They have never seen anything so crazy.

I open it for him, he puts the eggs in and I close the package again. Now comes what has to come. He wants to put the cartons in a little bag. A quick "No, merci" stops him, but at least he wants to tape it shut. Here, too, I show him the closing mechanism, which actually still closes wonderfully after 8 weeks of frequent use. 

He is fascinated, but as we pay and leave the stall, I see out of the corner of my eye how he just shakes his head at "these strangers".

For once, I think my recycled cardboard packaging is better than the single-use plastic bags.

We enjoy the rest of the market as usual: Arabic market clamour, tomatoes here, carrots there. A little further on, fresh potatoes. We quickly bypass the live-and-death section, there are still nuts, herbs and fruits left and our stock is filled.

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