Election Night

The US embassy in Tunisia threw a gala event to celebrate election night 2004. It was at the Sheraton Hotel, the nicest hotel in town. The party went from about 8pm until 8am. Anne and I stayed until the bloody end.

The ballroom was packed all night long. There were about 400 people in the room at any one time. Several thousand came through during the course of the night. The party was open to anyone willing to pass through the metal detector. Tunisians outnumbered Americans by about four to one.

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There was free wireless internet access. Kellen and I took full advantage of this fact.

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This evening was my first meeting of Xiyun. Originally, she had tried to contact me over Livejournal but due to highly limited internet access in Tunisia, this was our first actual meeting. She was in Tunisia studying French on leave from Brown University. She also was using the free wireless to the full extent of its capability. Later during my stay in Tunisia, we found ourselves on many an adventure.

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This was also the first night I met Noam, the guy with the bright red hair to the left of Kellen. We would run into each other several more times in my extended stay in Tunisia.

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Nice place for a sticker, Heather!

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One of the handful of Bush/Cheney supporters that I spotted during the evening.

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As dawn broke across Tunis, Anne and I trudged home through a gray drizzle back to my apartment several kilometers away. Neither we nor the traffic jam on the 7th of November highway were feeling particularly celebratory.

Hammamet Day One

Heather and Anne went out to Hammamet the day before Giovanna and I arrived. Giovanna and I were held up by an invitation to dinner at Giovanna’s place by her host mom. One doesn’t miss a dinner invitation to Giovanna’s house!

To get to Hammamet, first Giovanna and I tried the train. Unfortunately, the first train wasn’t going to make the run until noon. We decided to try and take a Louage (shared long distance taxi), a shared taxi, to Hamammet. After about 10 minutes of looking for the Louage station, we found it, and within three minutes, we were underway. The trip to Hammamet took about 45 minutes. The louage was clean and the driver was safe.

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The women going into the hammam (Turkish bath) in the hotel. We stayed in a 4 star hotel right on the beach called Hotel Oranger. It was a nice place. 80 Dinars a night for double occupancy rooms. That’s not so bad considering we got a sea view, two full meals, two swimming pools, a private beach, and many other amenities included for free. Originally, the price had been 113 dinar, but we negotiated down. Probably if we had a local with us, it’d have been more like 50 or so Dinars, but that’s okay.

An interesting note. This hammam is co-ed. In the cold room setup for sleeping, there were a bunch of old half-naked German tourists in different states of relaxation. We kept our bathing suits on throughout the hammam experience as some of us in the group of four were modest.

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The forest of umbrellas on the private beach of the hotel.

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Giovanna eating a cheese burger.

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A guy trying to sell Heather the Tunisian equivalent of Boston Baked Beans.

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Giovanna rides a camel for the first time. His name was Ali Babba.

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Giovanna and Heather decided to take an inner tube ride in the sea. We could hear them all the way from shore as Heather screamed “oh my god oh my god oh my god we’re going to die!” It was rather entertaining for those of us on dry land.

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Giovanna’s and my hotel room. We were borrowing Anne from Heather to watch CNN.

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