Jul
27
Like a thumb projecting into the Mediterranean Sea from the coastline of North Africa, the smallest, yet most magical place on Earth for me is Tunisia. Recently undergoing a transition from despot lead anarchy to freely elected government, this does not detract from the cultural souffle that is this fascinating country. Its origins stem from the imagination of Queen Dido who founded the state of Carthage, a scourge of Rome yet becoming the bread basket of the age after renewed occupation. Peopled by nomadic Berbers, colonised by the French, this is now a heady mix of ancient arabic culture and Parisian chic. Most of the population is under twenty-five years of age, fresh, eager, bright and inquisitive, their enthusiasm is the mainstay of the country’s attitude to visitors. Miles of delicate pale cream sand form the almost endless beaches, lapped by the clean clear waters of the vast neighbouring ocean on the northern and eastern fringe. Groves of olives, oranges and lemons, the freshest, sweetest tasting tomatoes you can imagine, whether salad, fish or fowl, whatever your taste, all palates are catered for. Centuries of ancient history has left remnants of Roman, Phoenician, Moorish, French influence in architecture, art and culture. Forests of cork and pine swathe the soaring side of the Atlas Mountains. It is here that I recharge my batteries, relax, possibly eat and drink too much, but feel totally at peace with the world. It is here I wish to end my days. It is here I welcome you.