The next day it was off to the local marina which had a market or souk bought some stuff including a leather holdall which I still have and use. It was not as interesting as I had hoped it would be lots of tat made for the tourist market. On return we went to the beach, which was nice but not being a sunbather, it was not long before I got bored sea and sand as far as the eye could see.

Soon a fat Arab came walking along the beach with a few rugs over his arm he was trying to sell them to anyone on the beach and they were mass-produced rubbish. Unfortunately, my girlfriend asked how much they were a big mistake he was asking some stupid figure which was instantly rejected. This led to a drawn-out conversation or haggle the price came down to about a tenth and she paid. Firstly, in money and by him sneaking a feel of her breast. All for a rug that was probably mass-produced in China or India. I have to say that the locals around the town of souse were not the most likeable people I met in Tunisia. But the Berba that we met in the Sahara were friendly and open

To be continued

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