Sousse – Tunisia
What a difference a red cap makes . . . to my photos.
Of even greater importance are bottles of water . . . and a walking stick . . . to my survival in blazing heat here in the souk in Sousse, Tunisia.
Do I care when an Arabian merchant￼￼ (seeing me eyeing off his range of walking sticks), sidles over to me from his nearby shop and says, “we won’t bargain. I give you best price”.￼￼￼
My US$20 well spent for a smart-looking black walking-stick on which the paint was rubbing-off before I got back to the ship￼!￼
I take my hat off (red cap in this case) to personal trainer Joe, back in Sydney for enduring strength￼ in my moving parts, but my ‘many’ physicians still have a little more ‘figuring-out’ to manage the effects of extreme heat on my 80 year-old body. Good fellow traveller Michael Inesta from Miami assures me that it’s mental, and merely fight or flight anxiety, fear of losing balance.￼
It’s pretty obvious with this post that’s ‘all to do about nothing’ that I didn’t join one of the organized tours from the ship.￼ The most interesting museums (without air-conditioning in this heat) with the remainder of the tour walking for 4 hours, is not even an option for me.
“ i’ll never pass this way again“, Gerhard Haas, bravely embarks on an 8-hour expedition to visit the old￼ Carthaginian town and Roman colony, Thysdrus, with its surviving amphitheater and now a World Heritage site￼.
I opt to go ashore independently mid morning with friends for a look-see and test my olifactory senses in the open souk. No baking smells or fish markets to report on, but a rare breeze in the souk does carry an enticing scent of spices.￼
This is the third port where it has not been possible to escape the organised tour and do my own thing.￼ The surveillance might be all about protection. ￼But, I wonder, when the local authorities stand watch and seem to control even the zodiac frequencies, and speed-up beside us in the water as we zip to and from the ship￼.