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.

Playboys, bad players
Sucking your mind with a pipe
Alice is a girl like the others
Her tears, in the future, she will wipe!

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