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I found this little dogs with their mother in the mountain, their mom was so thin , she had 8 babies, so I decided to take food every two days so she could feed her self and her family
An other snap shot of the last Ramadan’s food set.
We decided to sacrifice a day on the altar of culture, and enrolled to a full day bus tour to visit some of the most remarkable sites in Tunisia. In short, it was a total disaster.
It was a Hungarian guided tour, so first we collected all the Hungarians from the different hotels. We also had to change bus, because half of the group was coming from a different area with a separate bus. Finally we arrived to our first stop, to the capital Tunis. We got off the bus, and tried to keep the pace with our guide and the rest of the group, who paid no attention to the fact that a 3.5 year old cannot walk as fast as an adult, and usually we caught up just after the guide has finished his talk. Then we were let go to see the Medina and do some shopping, but it was impossible to even get to the market area and back in the time provided. So, we had a small walk in the area, and went back to the bus, which was not there yet. Enikö had to go the toilet, so she and Judit went to a nearby restaurant. In the meantime the bus arrived, so did the rest of the group, and at the end we were the last ones getting on, 10 minutes late. In the following minutes we had to take several remarks from our guide, about how unacceptable our late return was, jeopardizing the schedule of the whole group.
The next stop was a small town, our guide continued his miserable attempts to run for a comedy award, and said that whoever late was welcome to take one of the small yellow cars to the next stop. The story was similar, running after the group, missing all the stuff, but at least we made sure that we got back first. It meant we did not manage to walk up to the point with the view, but neither did half of the group, simply because they were too fat and the road was too steep. The last person arriving back to the bus was our beloved guide, no mentioning of the yellow cars this time.
Then we went to Karthago to see some ruins, including an ancient bath. It was really spectacular, after we decided to leave our guide, who was too busy talking about the reproduction methods of palm trees, secrets of olive harvesting, and other relevant topics.
Then we were going to have lunch in a restaurant, and our guide made sure everybody was well prepared. He stressed that being the first bus at the restaurant was utterly important, and urged everybody to rush to the tables and mark them as reserved, then get a plate and pack as much food on it as possible, so nobody had to go back to have a second serving. This is pretty much what Hungarians would do anyway, but after all the brainwash, the result was truly spectacular. Our group swarmed the restaurant, we were the only family actually taking the time to wash our hands. There was hardly anybody else in the restaurant during the entire lunch, and there was never any congestion around the food tables, except when all our guys were fighting over the spaghetti. And the food was crap, worst food we had in Tunisia by far.
Then we went to a museum of mosaics, which was simply amazing. We had to get far from our most sympathetic guide, who was shouting so hard that I was afraid the mosaic pieces would start falling from the walls. The time was yet again way too short, but it was still a great experience.
Then we got on the bus again, listened to some more eternal wisdom about the everyday life in Tunisia, switched back to our first bus, said goodbye to our guide with tears in our eyes, and finally got back to our hotel and had some decent food. One thing is for sure, next time, we will just rent a car and get a guide book.
aya73aya has added a photo to the pool:
Kairouan, Tunisia
A guy I met at Kairouan took me to his friend’s Tunisian style fast food shop and let me try to taste the local food called Kafteji.
Thank you, Habib.
Since the end of the 19th century, Tunisia was drawn under the French protectorate a masked occupation that led the country under the foreign dictatorship, the resistance of the tribes and local population haven’t stopped since especially in the country side never less in the cities, the national movement have been the guiding to the independence (1965) thanks to decades of struggle with the the French authorities for decades.
The armed resistance was rarely taken in pictures, few portraits of jailed or wanted rebels were kept in the archives, people hiding in top of the mountains and in the bushes keeping eyes open even in sleep were less concerned about archiving their activity through writings or photos than having munitions, food and some intelligence to avoid or attack the enemy platoons nor did the media (a couple of national newspapers) who were over controlled by the French local government, and the French press was spreading other propaganda.
The national movement led by Farhat Hachad, Abdel Azia thaalbi, taher ben Youssef and Bourguiba was a gathering of smart thinkers who thought differently from the rebels, they chosen to peacefully to negotiate with the French occupier small peaces of freedom than the complete independence, the National party have used the most sophisticated tools in time to show their attention: meeting, strikes, newspapers, … without ignoring to take all that in shots thus their actions were shoes around in the local media and the Arab national press.
Bourguiba was on the heart of all that fighting for the independence: local meeting in the party and many visits to Egypt and USA or even as detainee in Isle of Groix was all graved into memorable and precious photos.
Bourguiba knew always how to interact with the camera as his only way of visible communication for the farther people at the time, the national TV started in 1966, the newspapers and the radio were the major mass media. The photos -even in the most worst times- showed a wise smiling leader with enlighten mind and a brighter future.
As part of his show, he was an element man but he also showed him self wearing labor clothes, working as a farmer and taking pictures with political mates and ordinary people, in one word he knew the real value of photography as much as a political speech as a matter for leadership.
Photography has been a main too on the most big struggles for freedom all over the world as much for Tunisia as for Algeria or India, it didn’t just store all those events into memory, it did change history, believes and led whole countries to change.
You can find a valuable collection of Bouguiba’s photo in a dedicated site, and other photos of the national party under the French protector in the independence site establish in the 50th independence celebration.
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Snapped while crossing the road in a bled somewhere between Grombalia and Nabeul. The car drove off moments later. I was out trying to find food during Ramadan. All I managed to find was bananas.
A photo of the preparation of our couscous reserve for a year to come. the tradition of making couscous at home is dying year after year because of the mechanization of couscous manifacture what make it easier to get evrywhere but still kills the tradition.
Couscous (IPA /kʊskʊs/ – Berber Seksu – Arabic: كسكس[1]) is a food of the Maghreb of Berber origin. Couscous consists of spherical granules which are made by rolling and shaping moistened semolina wheat and then coating them with finely ground wheat flour. The finished grains are about 1 mm or 1/26th inch in diameter (after cooking)[citation needed]. Traditional couscous requires considerable preparation time and is usually steamed. In many places, a more processed quick-cook couscous is available and is particularly valued for its rapid preparation time.
The dish is the primary staple food throughout the Maghreb; in much of Algeria, eastern Morocco, Tunisia, and Libya it is simply known as ta`aam طعام, "food". It is also popular in the West African Sahel, in France, Madeira island, in western Sicily's Trapani province, and parts of the Middle East. It is also very popular among Jews of North African descent. It is eaten in many other parts of the world as well.
Manufacturing
The couscous granules are made from semolina (coarsely ground durum wheat) or, in some regions, from coarsely ground barley or pearl millet. The semolina is sprinkled with water and rolled with the hands to form small pellets, sprinkled with dry flour to keep the pellets separate, and then sieved. The pellets which are too small to be finished grains of couscous fall through the sieve to be again sprinkled with dry semolina and rolled into pellets. This process continues until all the semolina has been formed into tiny grains of couscous. Sometimes salt is added to the semolina and water.
This process is very labour intensive. Traditionally, groups of women would come together and make a large batch of couscous grains over several days. These would then be dried in the sun and used for several months. Couscous was traditionally made from the hard part of the hard wheat Triticum durum, the part of the grain that resisted the grinding of the relatively primitive millstone. In modern times, couscous production is largely mechanized, and is sold in markets around the world.
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