TUNISIA/SCIACCA/PANTELLERIA/YASMIN HAMMAMET

After our great spaghetti de Mare dinner and a complimentary mooring we left Sciacca Monday, April 30th  heading south towards Pantelleria; approx. a 10 hour trip, so we headed out around 7 am.   The weather was overcast but mild with only a light breeze so motoring was our only choice.  By around 11 am the wind had picked up considerably and for a few hours we were clocking in at over 7 knots on the knot meter.

Pantelleria is a small island between Sicily and the north African coast of Tunisia.  Legally Pantelleria is a port of entry and exit.  For myself as a Canadian leaving the EU that means I required an exit stamp from the Carabiniri (local police).  With limited Italian on our part and limited English on their end I finally had my exit stamp from Italy.
When a local fishing boat pulled up beside us in the harbour I took several pictures.  Promising to send him a copy of the picture he gave us his address and as a "thank you" he brought us 10 fresh mackerel which we enjoyed as dinner the next day.

Fishermen in Pantelleria

Since we had our nephew Christian on board we thought a night crossing might be a good experience for him since he has plans to get his sailing certification in Germany in the near future. .

During on overnight sail the crew (3 people) take 2 or 3 hour shifts keeping watch in the cockpit for fishing boats and freighters.   These trips require the 3 C's.....coffee, cola, chocolate and of course a "comfort food" type dinner before setting out.

Dropping our lines and lifting the anchor..... (oops, the anchor is caught on a chain from a previous mooring line) Wolfgang to the rescue.  He worked his magic with a special combo of rope and chain specifically designed for these occasions.  Within 10 minutes we were set free to continue our trip.
The first 2 hours felt like being on a carnival ride; up and down, side to side, very choppy ( did anyone require an anti nausea pill?) apparently not.

Yasmin Hammamet

Around 3:00 am winds diminished; 5:30 am daylight signalled more coffee and a snack of some kind.  By 7:00 am the marina was in sight and our friend Malcolm Snook, a marina neighbour from Licata was calling us on the radio.  Malcolm is a Brit, author, adventurer, and solo traveller.

By 8:00 am we were tied up to the "welcome pier" (really it's customs and; immigration).
New continent, new country.  We were welcomed with friendly smiles and hand shakes and oops... with only French or Arabic speaking officials.
Malcolm was also at the "welcome pier", but having trouble with his boat's gear box.  He was later towed into a slip close to us.
Filling out the required paperwork took 20 minutes or so and then they wanted to come on board.  The entire time the official spoke only French and our knowledge of French is even less than our Italian.  We had heard from other boaters that flashing a little cash might do the trick and what do you know... after a quick check in at the marina office we were guided into our boat slip right between two Brits.

We settled in and made our way to the promenade for a look around and first impressions.  We all needed a quick shower, but the shower facility was not adequate and we showered on board.  It had been a long night and a nap was looking good.

The next day, Friday, was  Christian's last day.  The four of us rented a car with driver to take us into the capital city of Tunis for some sightseeing and then to drop Christian off at the airport.

Tunis

Medina

Tunis is a thriving, modern metropolis and at it's centre lies the old medina, a dense construction of alleys and covered passages full of intense smells and colours offering all kinds of goods from leather, silver, perfume, carpets, clothing, tin & wood crafts and of course tourist souvenirs.  Any tourist here sticks out for miles and everyone is out to make a dinar (Tunisian currency).  One such person honed in on us, took us thru the medina in order to show us a mosque; 20 minutes later we were ushered thru a store and up a some stairs which led to a rooftop terrace overlooking all of Tunis (grand view).


After finding our way back to our cabby who had been waiting in the car for over an hour, we continued on to the site of ancient Carthage founded in 814 BC.  I find the  history interesting, but really it's just battle after battle and I

Ancient Carthage

Tea Room

can only see so many ruins before I say, "not another amphitheatre".   However, not wanting to wimp-out we did go to a place called El Djem a few days later.   On this trip Malcolm had a visitor, her name is Eva, very charming lady from London, so again we rented a car with driver for the day.  First place he took us was to a tiny hilltop village with a very charming "cafe" for a refreshing peppermint tea.

Amphitheater in El Djem

Our main destination was the town of El Djem and yes another amphitheater.  This one was really worth the trip.  The picture speaks for itself.  This amphitheater was used in filming some the the scenes from one of my favorite movies, Monty Python's The Life of Brian and Gladiator.




Lunch was a roadside BBQ with a little side order of camel riding.  The cook here had enticed us with the "beer" lure.  Turned out, El Djem is a "dry town"  no alcohol any time.






Our friends Gaby & Gerald from Vivamare are still waiting for us in Licata, so it's time bid a fond adieu  to Malcolm and Tunisia and head back to Sicily.