• An Archaeological Jem

    12 september 2023, Tunisien ⋅ ☀️ 86 °F

    After breakfast at our private dar (it appears we are the only guests of the entire 3-storey, 4-bedroom dar), we caught a louage one hour south to Tunisia's most visited site: The amphitheater of El Jem.

    The Amphitheater of El Jem is simply astonishing. Built in the 2nd century AD, it's the largest Roman building still standing in Africa, and the third largest Roman amphitheater on earth, after Rome's Colosseum and the Capua Amphitheater in Catania, Sicily. But unlike the great Roman ruins of Italy, the Amphitheater of El Jem is...utterly empty.

    The Amphitheater of El Jem sits, quite nonchalantly, at the end of the El Jem's main street. In fact, if you weren't visiting this small town specifically to see this ancient wonder, you might be surprised to see this hulking amphitheater in the midst of an ordinary, tiny Tunisian town.

    El Jem's amphitheater is stunning for many reasons, the most obvious being its sheer size. At its peak, it held 30,000 to 50,000 spectators, and rose to a level of 40 meters (120 feet) with three levels of seating, each level containing thirty arches. Only two-thirds of the outer wall and arches remain, but that doesn't make it any less ginormous.

    Unlike Rome's Colosseum, with its hordes of tour groups and pre-reserved ticketing system, El Jem is utterly devoid of tourists. During the current high season, we saw maybe twenty other tourists the entire afternoon. And because there are so few visitors, we were allowed to walk everywhere, including the arched hallways, the amphitheater seating, the floor of the arena itself, and the underground tunnels where tigers and other wild animals were caged alongside gladiators and prisoners before their bloody battles. Walking these tunnels, it was impossible not to think: What must those condemned prisoners have been feeling as they walked through these tunnels to the arena, to certain death by tiger mauling? While thousands of spectators gleefully watch?

    Matt, on the other hand, wondered if it was OK to run out into the empty arena and yell "ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?" (apparently this is a "Gladiator" film reference. The movie was filmed elsewhere, but its arena was based on El Jem's.) (And yes, I felt this to be perfectly acceptable,)

    It took about 45 minutes to walk through the entire amphitheater and take photos. But our interest in El Jem's Roman history was piqued enough to make the fifteen-minute walk across town to see El Jem's Archaeological Museum (also, the museum entrance was included in our 12 dinar/€4 amphitheater ticket, and the Joneses do require full monetization of one's admission). We weren't expecting much, but to our surprise we found a lovely Tunisian home, with airy arcades and rooms, filled with mosaics from the town's excavations- even with English explanations. The back of the museum was the "Africa House" excavation, fully in situ. Rather than digging up artifacts and presenting them in a museum setting, instead the house and small town beyond it was left as-is, so visitors can walk the "streets" and fully experience the ancient town's layout. I loved it.

    We intended to view another in situ Roman home excavation, but I got distracted by a Tunisian patisserie and we completely forgot. In my defense, NUTELLA BAKLAVA.

    After our explorations, we stopped for a mint tea at a small café. The café was located directly behind the Amphitheater, so I can confidently say that it was the finest view I've ever had with my tea. (The few local men drinking tea in the café could not have cared less, however; it's just another day in a small town, I suppose).

    We took a louage back to Sousse, and spent the remainder of the evening on our dar's rooftop, reading and drinking Tunisian wine.

    Side note: While Tunisia has pretty good rosé wine, I cannot say the same for its whites. Just saying.
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  • Mi Casa Es Sousse Casa

    11–15 sep. 2023, Tunisien ⋅ ☀️ 86 °F

    We packed up and headed out of Hammamet after breakfast. Our next destination was an hour south to Sousse, one of Tunisia's largest towns, and a base for many sites we plan to visit.

    We had arrived in Hammamet by bus, but we were told the best way to get to Sousse is by louage (in French, literally "a rental"). A louage is a minibus with eight seats, and when the seats are filled, the louage takes off like a bat out of hell. This is a pretty standard and cheap way of travel in Asia, Africa, and parts of South America, but unlike every other minibus/louage we've used, Tunisia's fares are set by the government. So, there's no sketchy dude trying to roll tourists for ten times the locals' fare.

    The louages fill up quickly, and we reached Sousse before noon. Our AirBnB is in the medina again, and I have now realized I've made a crucial error by staying in the medinas. Unlike virtually every other medina or old town we've ever visited, there are almost no places to eat in Tunisia's medinas, and they're utterly deserted at night. It seems most Tunisian life happens outside the old city walls. But for this trip, I guess it's just us and the 500 or so stray cats.

    There's quite a bit to see in Sousse, given that it's been inhabited by the Phoenicians since the 6th century BC, and the Romans since 2 AD. Most of the historic structures remaining today were built around 800 AD.

    We started exploring at the Rabat, or Islamic Monastery, of Sousse. The structure of the Rabat, and the lifestyle of the Muslim knights who lived here, were the inspiration for the Knights Templar...which is a bit ironic when one notes that the Christian Crusaders admired the architecture and organization of Islam, but not so much the people or religion itself.

    Anyway.

    The Rabat dominates the medina, and for just 10 dinar (about €3) you can walk in, and all over it. We braved a very steep, very narrow, and very claustrophobic spiral stone staircase to reach the top of the watchtower, but the views over Sousse to the sea were amazing.

    We visited the Kasbah (we did not, as one might assume, "rock it"), the former palace of Sousse. It's one of those gorgeous ancient buildings that has been repurposed into something else- in this case, an archaeological and mosaic museum and garden, and a mosaic artisan workshop. We've seen some of the most impressive Roman-era mosaics in Cyprus, but in my uneducated opinion, these were just as impressive. One particularly amazing piece was a complete, intact submersible baptismal font covered in mosaics; it resembled a massive, Roman-tiled hot tub.

    We headed out to eat around 8pm, and discovered that most nearby restaurants only serve "fast food"- Tunisian kebabs and sandwiches. So after fruitlessly searching for real food, we gave up and ordered ojja (like a tomato pasta dish, minus the pasta) and a salad. We've not been able to find much of the "famous" Tunisian food we'd been looking forward to eating, like shakshouka, chickpea soup, or tagine. Even couscous isn't that popular anymore- more locals eat pasta now. One thing we have found everywhere is tea; and here, their mint tea is served with almonds or pine nuts in it. At first I thought "Why the fuck are you putting nuts in tea?" but after four days I wonder "Why doesn't everybody put nuts in their tea?" I can't explain it, I think it's something in the water.
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  • Beach, please

    10–12 sep. 2023, Tunisien ⋅ ☀️ 84 °F

    Today was a beach day! Given that two of my favorite activities are going to the beach and traveling, I will obviously jump at the chance to combine them into one glorious day of hedonism.

    After breakfast at our guesthouse, we went to the grocery's Door of Shame to buy beer to mix with lemon soda to make claras- because it's a law in Spain that any beach day, regardless of location, must be hydrated with claras (it's not a law) (it should be).

    At 10am it was already blisteringly hot as we walked to the plage (beach). Plage Hammamet is a white-sand public beach outside the medina, and very popular and crowded. So color us excited to see when we arrived that an entire row of beach palapas (beach umbrellas made with straw and wood) were vacant. We promptly claimed one, but then noticed there were no chairs to rent. A single beachgoer sat in a chair under the only other occupied palapa; so I asked in my shit French how to rent the palapa and chairs. I'm pretty sure he told me the rental place was closed, but just help myself to the chairs stacked behind us. Like I said, I'm fairly certain that was his general message; regardless, this is how we ended up with a prime surfside location for free. Score!

    After a lovely day of playing in the surf and napping on the sand, we walked back to our guesthouse to share a bottle of Tunisian wine and watch the sun set from our rooftop. It was gorgeous, but despite the many nearby rooftops, it was only us and the numerous street cats admiring the view.

    We hadn't eaten since breakfast, so we decided to have a late dinner at a Tunisian restaurant that is very popular with the locals. Unlike the nice beach restaurants with a view of the sea, this place was a twenty minute walk in the opposite direction, and was packed with locals eating at plastic tables with paper place mats. The menu was a bit inscrutable, given that our French is barely passable and our Arabic is nonexistent- so we ordered a tomato and merguez (spicy Tunisian sausage) stew, a chicken dish, a salad, and a brik (sort of an empanada) to share. The waiter asked us something unintelligible in French, to which I could only respond with a blank stare. He shrugged and walked away, which is when we realized that we had no idea what we just agreed to, or what food would eventually materialize.

    To our surprise, the waiter brought soup. Then a basket full of baguettes. Then four different salads. And THEN he began bringing our actual order. We weren't certain if we had ordered incorrectly, if the waiter confused our order, if we were getting rolled, or if the locals were offended by our American-sized food order. But we did notice that many other tables had the same ridiculous amount of food; apparently this is the Tunisian version of the Full Meal Deal. I nearly choked on my couscous when I saw the bill was barely 32 dinars (€11).

    After that monster of a meal, we walked back to our guesthouse for our last night in Hammamet. Tomorrow we go south to Sousse!
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  • Stop! Hammamet Time!

    9–11 sep. 2023, Tunisien ⋅ ☀️ 86 °F

    This blog title reminds me of a guy I dated in college. He had an absolute beater of a car- the doors couldn't latch closed, so when he took a sharp left turn, the passenger-side doors would swing open. On his dashboard, he kept a wooden mallet, which he used for "percussive maintenance" : His electrical system would seize up if it idled too long at a stoplight, and he would hit the dash with the mallet to restart it. I will never forget the first time I saw his car seize up; he grabbed the mallet, yelled "STOP! HAMMERTIME!", and pounded the mallet full force onto the dashboard. And then we calmly proceeded through the intersection.

    Anyway! Good times.

    So today was a travel day, giving us plenty of time to chill after the frenetic pace of yesterday.

    We left Sidi Bou Said on the 10am train to Tunis- WHICH WE PAID FOR, thankyouverymuch- and then puzzled out the Tunis transport system enough to catch a tram to the bus station, communicate in our shit French that we wanted to go to Hammamet, figure out their byzantine coin assortment to buy the tickets, and then push through a scrum of passengers to snag two adjacent seats. Wheee!

    The hour-long bus ride to Hammamet drove through Tunisia's Cap Bon winelands, whose existence is a bit of a paradox: While Tunisia is Muslim and sort of dry (to buy booze at a grocery, you must enter via a special shame-entrance, and only during certain times and days), its centuries of Carthaginian, Roman, and French rule resulted in a strong winemaking and distilling heritage. Tunisian wines are surprisingly good, specializing in rosés. Who knew?

    We arrived in Hammamet in the afternoon, and found our little guesthouse down an alley in the medina (old town). The guesthouse is a classic Tunisian "dar"- much like Moroccan riads, dars feature Moorish tiling, rooms surrounding a central courtyard, whitewashed walls, a hammam (a Tunisian sauna), and a rooftop terrace and pool with views to the sea. It's quite luxurious, and not at all how we're used to traveling. Did I mention that Tunisia is really cheap?

    We spent the majority of the afternoon relaxing in a café, and walking along the beach. Hammamet is Tunisia's beach resort capital; Brits and Europeans who visit Tunisia are pretty much only coming here. But it's for good reason- the Mediterranean water is even warmer than in Barcelona, and prices are a fraction of France's Med resorts. I love the strange mix of Barcelona beachy vibes and Middle Eastern coffeehouse culture.

    We spent the evening on our dar's rooftop, just reading and drinking a Tunisian rosé (we braved the shame entrance to purchase a €3 bottle). Tomorrow we plan to spend all day on Hammamet's golden beaches.
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  • Sidi Slickers

    7–9 sep. 2023, Tunisien ⋅ 🌙 73 °F

    Greetings from North Africa!

    It's been a long time- three and a half years and a pandemic, to be precise- but we are finally exploring a new country: Tunisia! Just a ninety-minute flight from Barcelona, this region is a crazy, beautiful blend of Mediterranean and Middle Eastern culture.

    Fun fact: Tunisia was originally called "Ifrīqiyyah," and from that name the Roman conquerors called the region...Africa.

    And speaking of Roman conquerors: Here in Tunis, the capital of Tunisia, is the former site of ancient Carthage! So we woke up this morning to a gorgeous sunny day, and went to pillage these ancient ruins. (Or just view them. We'll see how it goes.)

    I'm going to sheepishly admit that I didn't realize Carthage was actually real- much like Pompeii or Atlantis, Carthage seemed to be stuff of legend (and yes I know Pompeii was real too. I broke my new smartphone there, on the volcanic rock. Stupid Mount Vesuvius). But the Carthaginian Punic empire, founded in the 9th century B.C., was a rich and powerful empire for 500 years, until the Romans sacked and destroyed Carthage in 146 B.C. This conquest cemented the Romans as the big dog empire, and the rest is (literally) history.

    The historical site is massive, and includes an amphitheater, a forum, a cemetery, a Roman theater, and villas. Weirdly, one of Tunisia's swankiest suburbs sprawls around and within the archaeological site (it's a curious neighborhood). There's not much left of the Punic ruins, as most of what you see are Roman post-conquest ruins. But it's a stunning site of antiquity- the Antonine Thermal Baths are the largest Roman baths outside of Rome.

    After spending the morning in the Carthage Archaeological Park, we jumped on a train back to Sidi Bou Said, the picturesque seaside town nearby where we are staying. And when I say "jumped on the train," this is literally what we did- as it was pulling out of the station, we ran along the platform, jumped on, and assumed we'd buy a ticket onboard. Our assumption was incorrect, however, and we couldn't figure out how or who to pay- so we can now add Tunisia to the infamous Going Copenhagen-Style list (https://americanjoneswolfinlondon.wordpress.com…).

    We spent the afternoon wandering the lovely streets and admiring the views of Sidi Bou Said. This hilltop town is famous for its whitewashed buildings overlooking the Bay of Tunis, with brilliant blue and pink colors everywhere. Painters like Matisse came here to paint the gorgeous Mediterranean seascape. If I didn't know I was in Tunisia, I'd think this was Santorini or Mykonos in Greece. It's simply beautiful.

    ....but it's also grossly overpriced, overrun with tour groups, and a bit of a tourist trap. So we ordered (exorbitant) mint teas at the famous Café Delices, overlooking the sea, took some photos, and departed before we were fatally trampled by a wild herd of tour groups. We relocated ourselves to a tiny restaurant near our guesthouse that serves spicy Tunisian stews on plastic tables in a parking lot, made by a Tunisian grandma. Paradise!

    So our first full day in Tunisia finds our stomachs full of spicy stew and couscous, and our brains full of Punic and Roman history. It's a lot for a first day, and tomorrow we head south to the beach town of Hammamet.
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