My fluent Arabic comes in handy as I describe a very large cardboard box containing a very important toy. Everyone is very nice, and the bike will be here at 7pm. I find a very entrepreneurial cab driver…well, he finds me…and I overpay him to get me to the hotel, where the room smells vaguely of unwashed toilets. The promised internet access is unavailable. I call my wife and discuss my day with her answering machine.

Hotel Dar Said

Sleep. The fact that I just left the two girls I love the most for this hare-brained adventure won’t feel as awful in the morning, but it certainly does now.

Sleep.

written by  roel krabbendam on December 20, 2006 from Sidi Bou Said, Tunisia
from the travel blog: Harmattan
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Roel,

You're writing is brilliant. A born travel writer. Pithy, restrained and funny. I await your next entry...like my kids hanging out anxiously around the Xmas tree.

Best,

Ann

written by  Ann Sussman on December 20, 2006

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Your eloquence brings out the bard in me (or through me). For the public record I repeat the words of Henry Vth that your departure evoked:

"And gentlemen in England, now a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.

Good Night & and Good Luck, Henry

John Abernethy

written by  John Abernethy on December 20, 2006

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