With some trepidation I set off on tour with a group of Italians over the festive period. An 8 day Trekking in Tunisia, which sounds rather exhausting, but it was really only 3 days hiking. 
Some long walks through old Berber villages, and a climb to the ridge to catch the sunset over the barren mountainsides don’t count as treks, yet were enough to keep us warm as it was absolutely freezing!
In the cities blue and white flashes everywhere while the old villages sport elegant geometric labyrinths of sandy bricks.
A kaleidoscope of colours are in the market place, although when to wear a psychedelic bra is anyone’s guess!?
We hiked dunes, rode camels, soaked in oasis hot springs, learnt about desert roses and salt lakes and ate couscous, more couscous and dates! Our driver had us chasing goats hoping to catch one for dinner as a special treat (it’s ok the goats were too fast for all of us!) 
And we became jealous of the locals garb as it looked so warm, made from camels hair, wool or the newer version in polytech.
Even our drivers were well rugged up, as we were, when the sun went down on our campsite! (Fortunately an overnight stay only!)
We saw Berber lodgings dug out of hillsides now largely maintained for tourist visits as so many have abandoned the village to seek a better future in the cities.
Ancient granaries that still house the old grindstone and
then a leap into outer space as we stare at the Star War’s café! THE tourist attraction at Matmata, now turned into a hotel!
But it’s not the weird touristy things that took my fancy. More the hiking on top of the world, an endless vision of the grandeur of Nature. Nurtured and unfortunately abused by man but still on its feet, offering a spectacle of floating dunes, breathtaking canyons, enticing us to play in its crevices and pools so cleverly carved out by wind and water.
And the stories told around the campfire or on the road by our driver, sharing his knowledge and passion for his desert and disdain at its ruin by dumped rubbish. The blue we have come to adore is now the plastic bags that dot the landscape like a rash.
Any moment now, Peter O’Toole would appear out of the sand dunes. A mirage? Or is that Lawrence of Arabia? (Or did I get the geography wrong? Whatever. I’d love to be there.) As they say, the caravan only passes your (Bedouin) tent once avery 20 years. You’re so lucky to have experienced all that.
I kept my eyes peeled for Peter o’Toole and compromised for Figo (cool) Faruk the trek guide who had green eyes….if he ever took his sunglasses off! A great experience it was Alex but definitely to be done in the warmer months.
Ooooooh, I am so jealous. it looks marvellous – other than the cous-cous, that is. Vicki – wannabe trekker
Hey wannabe trekker, it’s all in the clothing Vicki and I tell you we were wearing everything we had it was so cold! Nothing on the Burma trip but a great experience and definitely going to do more….besides I love couscous!
Love the photos! Feel as though I have just been to Tunisia! Thanks so much for taking me there…:)
Thanks Lisa and I still have so many fotos that I didn’t put up, hard choices to make.