Tunisia inspires us with its diversity. Up here on the Mediterranean, it is green, the roads in the mountains meander, the peaks themselves are shrouded in mist.
We are ready to recognise a mixture of Sri Lanka, the north of eastern Turkey and Tuscany and are surprised once again that we are constantly comparing. Man is simply a creature of habit. I know it, it's safe, I don't know it, hm, is it safe?
Nevertheless: We enjoy the winding drive through this real mountain landscape.
A few days later we find out that we drove through the mountains in western Tunisia exactly two days before the big onset of winter. (see photo)
We also read that there was total traffic chaos. Winter tyres are unknown in Tunisia. Furthermore, the government has declared a state of emergency for the region. The joke is that now all Tunisians travel here just to experience the rare spectacle of snow. A paradox in the making. One can only love this Tunisian way of dealing with rules.
In Tabarka we park Felix and let ourselves drift on foot. I would like a cosy coffee, maybe even a piece of cake. Tunisia offers more of the typical dusty "men's cafés" in the interior, where people sit, chat, stare at their smartphones and drink tea or coffee.
We stroll through the fruit and vegetable market, a little later through the clothes market (the piles look as if they came from Central European clothes collection containers) and suddenly we are standing by the sea.
And indeed, my wish comes true: a café, men and women sitting in comfortable lounge chairs, drinking cappuccino and eating cake. It's amazing once again how quickly the universe fulfils my wishes.
We sink into the pillows, order strawberry shake, coffee and cheesecake with mango sauce and do: nothing. We look at the sea, philosophise about our happiness in particular and our contentment in the moment.
A herd of goats passes by on the beach, one of the goats nibbles at the terrace decoration of the café and we smile. The day passes, so deep are we sunk in pillows, thoughts and doing nothing.
Instead of visiting all the precious sights of Tabarka, we roll back into the mountains, find a spot, give away my last chocolate and Gerd's penultimate packet of crisps to the children here and find that it was quite an enchanting day of travelling.
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Hello dear ones.
The clothes could actually come from European or German old-clothes containers.
A lot of money is made with it in the world.
In Romania we saw these clothes in the many second hand shops.
H&M, Pimkie etc.
Regarding the weather:
This shows very well that our little sphere is changing a lot. 😔
Unfortunately, my Alpine crossing was cancelled.
Weather too bad for that.
But safety first! 👍
Have a good time.
Kind regards
from Racheli
Good morning, dear!
I agree about the clothes, we donate them in Europe, here they are sold really cheap. Somehow sustainable. Yes, money is made with it, but here the clothes are really worn again and sold at really low prices. Reuse par excellence.
For your crossing of the Alps, we wish you a beautiful day with the best weather: and we are sure that it will come at some point! Until then, enjoy the anticipation!
Best regards - Heike
Thank you!
Look ma moi. 😉