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Sunday, Jan 07, 2007

An Escape

David Murray
2007-03-04 10:23:47

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Back in August 2005, on part of our trip, we arrived in Istanbul. Whilst walking around, we came across a carpet store, and as we were there for a few days, we use to hang out there. One day when we were just hanging, we met a Canadian family and since then, Sandy, the head of the family has followed the travels of Uncle Davros. When we arrived back in London, he wrote to me, telling how horrible his life is now. Every morning, he use to go to work and drink his coffee and read the stories, and now he had nothing to look forward to in life. He did mail me the other day, telling me that he had been reading my mails and as he was off on a small holiday, he thought he would take some valuable lessons with him, and this is what he wrote

"I'm going to tell those fucking Argie prickshaw drivers to fuck-off" just for fun. The beers better be cold and keep em coming and don't try to fuck me over on the price because I too am a Jewboy. Oh yea, I want to eat some meat on a stick and give me a good bottle of that Argie fucking wine with it........

So Sandy, get your coffee ready, because Lucy and I are on the road for a short time only !!!

A bus came at 04:20. To fucking early. We jumped out at Sloane Square, waited fifteen minutes, and then jumped on another. This one dropped us off at Victoria Station, where we grabbed the Gatwick Express to the airport. The flight was ok, but in usual style the food was absolute crap.

Once we had landed, we made our way to the customs desk and joined the lines of people, wanting in. Evenually, it became my turn. Now in Tunisia, they generally speak two languages. French and Arabic. Now I do know a little more French than Arabic, so I hit the customs guy with the only French I know.

Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir

He looked at me, and I could tell he wasn't impressed. Was this going to be one of those rubber glove moments? To stop this, I burst into the only Arabic I know

Salam Alaikum

Alaikum Aslam

He then peered over the screen and in his best English said, "Mr Murray, welcome back to Tunisia, please behave like you did last time you were here, and remember, there are NO PRICKSHAWS, in this country !!!

After having my passport returned, we walked out and grabbed a taxi. This is what we are now doing. The plan is to be taken to a louage station and jump into one of these and head to either Sousse or Sfax as we need to get to Djerba as we are now on a mission.