(5.0) (2 votes)
December 11th, 2005
raw bar scene
That's it. I'm all alone now. Quebecers have all gone back and the
real experience of my trip is really beginning. When you're in a
protected environment, the advantage is for you to focus on the
limited tasks that you have to do, but the experience is limited.
Now, all is open, I can go anywhere; when I want, as long as I fulfill
I have reconnected with a bunch of students who were part of the
protest that followed the end of the hunger strikers. I am now living
at one's place, I have to say a crummy little apartment in the popular
part of Tunis you don't see in the touristic tours. It's a student
area, near a big market full of exotic food. A lot of cinema and
political discussions coming up. I met a cool Cote d'Ivoire guy
named Mamadou who says HI to Catherine Clusidu in MTL (if anybody
Fun thing with the press pass I have now, I was able to get press
access to the Journees Theatrales de Carthage; a theater festival
that just started with plays from all over the . Yesterday I saw
some Tunis circus group (bof) and a fantastic Cote d'Ivoire musical
play called Sogolon. A magic cow defeating ugliness.
After the play, I went on the lookout to Hammamet, the Tunisian
Cancun, where I met three French girlfriends, previously met on
an express Tunisian bus tour (two-days around the country; breezing
everything but seeing nothing). Ok let's expand a bit: 10 hours
of bus, mountains, markets, roman amphitheater, sand desert, salt
desert, mountain desert, camel ride, oasis visit, eat at the Skywalker
house (yes where they shot the film, you know uncle Lar's desert
house). All that in two days, next time I rent a car. Okay back
to Hammamet or Tunisian Cancun. We go out to a bar, me, the three
Marseillaises and two tour guides (Belgian and German). It's now
tough for me to enjoy the artificial paradise since I know what
supports it. It's also a plainly disgusting atmosphere of a lot
of people sucking up to tourist money. The guides were telling me
how much they enjoyed meeting people they could relax with since
they're on PR and dealing all the time. They're king over there,
so it's strange having all theses dudes you don't know after you.
I also saw the extremely subtle Tunisian beach style approach to
woman, where I had to step in because there was a big lack of respect.
As an example, you don't arm lock a girl's neck hoping she'll fall
for it and like you better. Any ways, I won't go back there.
Another theater night coming up. I feel like an lost intello enjoying
culture instead of the raw bar scene of Hammamet. Hopefully, more
intellos to come.