Yay! It's a competition! Jamie and Charlie are applying themselves to South Africa and have written some words about it or something. Have a look and tell them mine is better if you have a chance.
Here, things continue to happen with frightening speed and regularity. These are just some of them:
Sidi Bou Said
Or something like that. It's really beautiful, on a cliff, looking out over the sea (as if often the case for cliff-based prominences). All the buildings have a blue-and-white colour scheme, although it was difficult to appreciate this since we went there at night. We often go to places at night since everything is closed the rest of the time on account of Ramadan. In the day-time everything moves very slowly and nothing is open, including most of the hospital. Then, at sunset, Tunis turns into a ghost town - literally no-one is around, even right in the centre - not a soul. Everyone's at home stuffing their face, making up for the fact that they've been feeling the plight of the poor during the day. Then, about 10 pm, all hell breaks loose, and continues to do so until 3 am, when everyone races home in time for food, drink and dirty thoughts curfew at 3.30 am. There are crazy traffic jams everywhere at quarter past 3 in the morning.
Anyway, yeah, so we went to this place at night on Wednesday, and hung out in a restaurant on top of the cliffs. It was pretty weird by English-night-out standards - I spent 5 hours there, in the middle of the night, and all I had was a cup of tea and a sandwich. Bizarre, but seemed completely normal at the time. Chatted a lot to my new friends about all and sundry and had a lovely time. The speed of Arabic functionality takes a bit of getting used to - all of us northern European types were really impatient at the start of the week, but now we're getting used to sitting down, waiting for 45 minutes for a menu, waiting another 45 minutes for a waiter, ordering, and then waiting another hour and a half for a completely arbitrary selection of food to appear from the kitchen. It's OK once you get into it.
Thursday
Thursday was a bit shit by all accounts, as is so often the case. I have to go and get on a bus now so I'll have to tell you about it later.
Friday
Was absolutely great. The bus is waiting though..
Here, things continue to happen with frightening speed and regularity. These are just some of them:
Sidi Bou Said
Or something like that. It's really beautiful, on a cliff, looking out over the sea (as if often the case for cliff-based prominences). All the buildings have a blue-and-white colour scheme, although it was difficult to appreciate this since we went there at night. We often go to places at night since everything is closed the rest of the time on account of Ramadan. In the day-time everything moves very slowly and nothing is open, including most of the hospital. Then, at sunset, Tunis turns into a ghost town - literally no-one is around, even right in the centre - not a soul. Everyone's at home stuffing their face, making up for the fact that they've been feeling the plight of the poor during the day. Then, about 10 pm, all hell breaks loose, and continues to do so until 3 am, when everyone races home in time for food, drink and dirty thoughts curfew at 3.30 am. There are crazy traffic jams everywhere at quarter past 3 in the morning.
Anyway, yeah, so we went to this place at night on Wednesday, and hung out in a restaurant on top of the cliffs. It was pretty weird by English-night-out standards - I spent 5 hours there, in the middle of the night, and all I had was a cup of tea and a sandwich. Bizarre, but seemed completely normal at the time. Chatted a lot to my new friends about all and sundry and had a lovely time. The speed of Arabic functionality takes a bit of getting used to - all of us northern European types were really impatient at the start of the week, but now we're getting used to sitting down, waiting for 45 minutes for a menu, waiting another 45 minutes for a waiter, ordering, and then waiting another hour and a half for a completely arbitrary selection of food to appear from the kitchen. It's OK once you get into it.
Thursday
Thursday was a bit shit by all accounts, as is so often the case. I have to go and get on a bus now so I'll have to tell you about it later.
Friday
Was absolutely great. The bus is waiting though..
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