It's a long way from Madagascar to Tunisia. We flew in a giant 'Z,' westward from Antananarivo to Johannesburg, then NE to Dubai and finally westward to Tunis. We didn't get much rest, sardined as we were into airborne cans, so we arrived more than a bit disoriented. The taxi driver, following international taxi regulations, tried to charge us quadrubple the price but Connie, our CFO, gave him ten dinars and walked off with her luggage. It must have been OK because he drove off with a squeel.
It would have been easier to come to Tunisia from Morocco back in June but Ramadan isn't the best time to visit even a moderately Muslim country like Tunisia. Besides, it was hotter than hell in June. It's much nicer now. Hotel Calton has all the bells and whistles of a western hotel and a central location on Avenue Habib Bourguiba with its array of eateries. There is a supermarket around the corner, too. Now if we can only find a laundry!
