Neither ice cold, nor in Alex

We arranged to collect our Lybian visas from the consulate in Alexandria. The paperwork was processed in Tripoli, and inevatably took longer to come through than it should. We quite enjoyed not doing much and hanging out in art deco cafes. Llwelyn, instead of feeling that not having read the Alexandria quatet diminished his enjoyment of the experiance, was so taken by the atmospheare he decided he could write his own book about the city. Slightly after we got board our paperwork came through and we skipped of to the consulate, like lambs gamboling en rout to the abatour. much to our suprise the conulate told us to fill in some forms and come back next week.
Our visa service provider assured us the wasnt anything to worry about so we hopped on a bus to Siwa, an oasis anoyingly close to Lybia, where we cycled around looking at ruins qnd cooling of in guide-book-blue springs.
Prehaps you can see where this is going; the consulate said Tripoli had revoked our visas. We spoke to our visa providers in Tripoli, who confermed everything was OK. Over the last week, which we spent in Alex waving forms outside the consulate, we have hered every single plausable exscuse for them not stamping our 400 doller visas into our passports. weve had a good range of totaly unbelivable reasons as well.

After six days of consulate fun we were overcome by rightious anger, bordam induced mania and the realisation that we couldnt imagine life without daily consulate bothering. Obviosly we needed to escape, so booked flights to Tunisia. I was worried about how quickly Id become compleatly ok with boardom and routien. Then as we booked our flights we noticed the meal options included a bland food option. If the are people out there who find a standad airoplane meal too exciting I have a long way to go before turning into a total drone.

Tunis seems strange after Egypt. Somehow by seeming so European its very forign. Things seem to shut at night; people drink alchool in the streets, the ice cream is kick ass. But then when we returned to our hostel after a spot of shisha in the old city a weding was underway in the hostals commen room. We escaped it into a Gaza solidarity thing where we were molested by drunks. It seems like Tunis has multipal personality disorder; but it could be that anything other than the Lybian cosulate is too confusing for me to deal with.

Sorry about the spellng and punctuation. This keyboards been compiled by someone who values originality in key placement, the keys stick, the punctuation marks are disguised as other kinds of punctation marks and the spell checker is in French.

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About adventuresinarabic

I'm studying Arabic in Damascus, living through the Arab Spring and blogging about my experiences hear.
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2 Responses to Neither ice cold, nor in Alex

  1. Wormster says:

    AHHHH Tunis, I love that city, its worth hopping on the tram out to the old ruins in Carthage they’re fantastic, oh yeah get a louage out to Terboursouk and see the anicent roman city of Douga.

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