Tuna and Tunisia

I have just enough time on my hands, between traveling around on mini-buses, Steve the camel, and hanging out at the beach, to write you a quick hi. The hi-lights: reading on the beach, assistance from Chanda on actually working on my last paper of law school, Matmata (starwars) a hamam (see below), camel ride into the Sahara (where I thought only crazy tourists go, but I was wrong: apparently our guide enjoys the peace of extreme heat, wind, sand, and creative insects)

Hope everyone is doing well I will be back in Ottawa by next Monday.

replies appreciated,
Tim
P.S. I can't stop these tiny ants from coming out of my computer...gaaaah
PPS Are people still going to use their UOttawa accounts? I don't know if they expire or not, but I am full time on mitbrown@gmail.com or tim@tcbco.ca

Matmata:

I write this email from an underground hotel in Matmata, Tunisia. Starwars was filmed here and Luke Skywalker had his last meal with his Aunt and Uncle on a planet named after the town just down the road (Tatooine).

I love the story and myth behind Starwars and it is surreal to come to the desert that Luke and Annakin grew up in and wanted to escape. So far I don’t want to escape but we shall see. There are lots of pictures stuck in Chanda's camera and I look forward to posting them at www.timcampionbrown.com what a convenient web address!

Chanda and I are quite the traveling team: negotiating with taxis, louages (minibuses), and salespeople (almost exclusively men). I return to Canada on May 31 and Chanda follows after on June 13^th or 14^th.

So I am almost finished law school at the U of O just one last paper. It is about corporate social responsibility and the roles that corporations play in the human rights standard setting and regulation process. If that sounds vague, it is because I am still working on the focus. Hopefully, by the time I send this email the focus will be clear in my head.

Tunisia has been a surprising blast. I had heard a lot of things about how much Chanda was harassed by the men on the street. Last night, we realized that perhaps they are just in an arrested adolescence: constantly hanging out with their buddies, avoiding the kids, while the girls (their wives) are doing their own things. With me around the harassment has slowed to a drip and the only times we are yelled at are when we walk through touristy markets.

We had a good time by the coast and drank lots more “café directs” (espresso with milky foam). I have had enough of beaches at least until I can find an English book.

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Hamam:

And of course the question on everyone’s mind is “how was the Hamam?” Hamam, you ask? A hamam is apparently like a Turkish bath although I didn’t find that description helpful either. Basically, it is heated steam room, where you scrape skin off of your self as you sweat and then you throw water buckets on top of your head. It is a little frightening seeing how much skin comes off. Chanda says that the amount of skin coming off shows how dirty we are. I personally think that the skin belongs on my body.

But the piece de resistance is the massage. I love massages and I indulged in them in Thailand, where I found the traditional Thai massage quite harsh, with the massager using feet and their whole body to stretch and manipulate. But, the Hamam massage was way more intense. The massager appeared to be ex-navy (complete with fading anchor tattoo) and had about three teeth. Our communication was a bit rough, so he relied on leading me by the hand and in kicking my hands into the correct locations. I lay directly on the wet tiles and the first thing he did was massage my back…with his feet…I was lying on tile and there was a bathing suited man standing on me. The back massage part was intense but then he stood on my legs and feet which moved into the excruciating zone. After this he proceeded to alternate between crushing different parts of my body using his hands or slapping me like he hadn’t seen me for ages. Anyways, after the relaxing massage, he proceeded to peel the crap out of my back and front, leaving me with a good size hickey on my neck. The hickey would have been hard to explain except that Chanda has received several from her hamam visits. Good times all around. (Matt, did you get hamamed (not hammed) when you were here?)

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Camel: Name - Steve, Occupation, eating bushes and following "le premier"

On the way to Douze, we met two of the friendlist Tunisians I have encountered, who were really funny and had clips of some very serious looking Mujahadeen doing kung fu and then kicking one guy off of the screen. They were great fun and insisted on paying for our louage trip and for the coffee, to which we had invited them. They turned out to be sergeants in the Tunisian army and had little advice for me in my endeavours to become a $py. This was apparently uncouth.

Upon our eventual arrival in Douze, Chanda convinced me not only to get on a camel but to ride it into the Sahara. Fortunately, Steve was friendly and we did not stray too far from Douze, Southern City, the "gateway to the Sahara." Good couscous, friendly conversation and Arabic lesson. So tired I couldna see a thing by 10:30. Sahara means desert in Arabic, so apparently I have been calling the Sahara the desert desert. Oh well. Ok done now. Going back to the pool to rest and write.

PPPS: Yes Tuna is on everything in Tuna. But of course in French the fish is called Thon (tone) so I don't think too many people here have noticed. Although our army friends did point out that we were eating a lot of "Tunisie" or Tunisia.