Strick's Glass is Half Full

Heavy padlocks outside every door, walls splattered with... with what?, fluorescent lights flickering with the intermittent electricity and a bug so big I didn't even want to kill it for fear of the mess. Our hotel in Tuni had all the charms of an asylum. Even after a long day on the road, a look at the bathroom told me that using it would mean a net loss in my cleanliness. I declined a shower.

John's only comment on our lodging: "Look at these high ceilings!"

He was right. The ceiling soared to a majestic height that would be enviable in any home. Love that guy, a perfect traveling partner.

Note: Don't judge Tuni by its lone hotel. We shared a great meal with Sharif and Fayaz who refined our eating-with-your-hand technique, went to the movies, shared a table & a beer with some guys in the back of the wine store and got a great shave. Great place.