after the desert, we wanted to go to the beach. if the island of djerba, the land of the lotus-eaters, was good enough for Odysseus, then it's good enough for us.
the view from the road to Djerba.
view from the top of the hotel. we were out of cellphone service the entire time we were in the sahara, so we were really excited about calling home when we got to djerba. hence, all the pictures from the roof.
the street below us. shopkeepers shouted to us in all kinds of languages as we walked past. they probably couldn't quite figure out where we were from. i always said 'south africa,' and dianna couldn't decide between canada, england, or the u.s. after i told them i was from south africa all the tunisians wanted to express love for nelson mandela.