[Author's
Note: I arrived in Tunis on September 10th,
2010 and left two months later. The Arab
Spring
began in Tunisia on December 18th,
2010, a day after the self-immolation of Mohamed
Bouazizi.
I missed the festivities by about a month or so. Some would say I
dodged a bullet but I cannot help feeling like I missed the boat. How
often do you have the chance to watch history unfold from the front
row? It is interesting for me to go back and read about my
experiences at the time. Yes, I could almost taste repression in the
air but if you told me the powder keg was about to ignite I would
have been incredulous in the extreme. Yet, there it was boiling just
beneath the surface. Keep this in mind when reading my Tunisia
posts. It makes for a fascinating subtext.]
Nov
4th,
2010 - Our arrival in the southern city of Tozeur was
met with a rather rigorous test of patience. We managed to complete a
couple of full circuits through the center of town before finding our
hotel of choice. Driving through any sizable city in Tunisia feels a
little bit like a video game as much for the pure challenge as the
surreality of the ordeal. Close your eyes and pretend you are
playing Frogger.
You're
the frog. Now pretend you are afflicted with a unique form of
'traffic astigmatism' (inability to see moving vehicles) and have not
even a cursory sense of situational awareness. Cross the road. Now
you pretend you are the douchbag behind the wheel (i.e. me) and throw
in a chaotic mass of frogs. The level of obliviousness is
mind-boggling. The boggling of my mind has been a frequent
occurrence. It's almost as if folks have taken the pedestrian's
'right of way' as some sort of immutable law of nature that drivers
are compelled to obey. You truly have to experience it to fully
appreciate the phenomenon.
One
of our primary motivations for visiting the area was to
experience Chott
El Jerid,
a seasonal salt lake that is dry for the majority of the year.
Described in a recent ScienceDaily article as
'one of the most Mars-like places on Earth' it is pretty easy to see
the attraction. My Mars flight does not depart until next year so I
viewed this as a nice teaser.
The
road from Tozeur to Kebili passes right through the lake so the
morning after our arrival we hopped into our space craft (i.e. the
Punto) and blasted off. The sodium chloride encrusted, pancake-flat,
and sun-scorched landscape is well worth a look. We touched down
along the roadside and went for a stroll on the surface of this
strange new world. Actually, I've seen an area similar to this during
a trip to southern Bolivia (Salar
de Uyni)
although, admittedly, that felt a little more like central Venus.
Remember
when Luke Skywalker was contemplating Tattouine's two moons in the
Star
Wars Episode IV?
Guess where that was? An embarrassing period of time was spent
conducting an other-worldly photoshoot but with a backdrop like that
who could blame us? We were so taken with the region we returned
again in the evening to experience the colors created in the dying
sunlight.
Against
my better judgment we opted for a 4WD excursion to Ong Jemal (Neck of
the Camel) and th surrounding area. It was unavoidable as the Punto,
though intrepid in the extreme, would probably find surmounting a
sand dune a teensy problematic. We booked through a guy at our hotel
that became increasingly shadowy as time progressed. First we were
told the price was 30 dinar ($23) per person. Leslie was informed the
following day that the price would be 35 dinar a piece. And, by the
way, don't tell any of hotel staff (with the exception of a friend)
about our booking. The day of our trip I was told I could pay after
we returned but was requested to settle up prior to departure from
the very man I believe Mr . Shady Acres was trying to avoid.
Commission? Before we left he knocked on our door and asked us not to
reveal the price of our trip with the father and son duo from Holland
that would be joining us. Uuuuh-huuuuh. No reason to be suspicious
there……
|
WTF?! (Photo by Leslie) |
|
Photo by Leslie |
|
Fun with sodium chloride. |
|
Photo by Leslie |
|
The man from Nowhere? (Photo by Leslie) |
No comments:
Post a Comment
'Love me or hate me, but spare me your indifference.' -- Libbie Fudim