Making the best of our last few days left in Tunisia, we set up camp on the wild west coast of Djerba Island. The east coast consists of hotel complexes and more of what we are not looking for. Of course we run into the Germans again, initially met at Ksar Douiret (they probably were advised by the Italians again), we park the car behind a dune and set up camp on the beach. We find ourselves in the middle of “nowhere”. All we see around are some palm trees and the Mediterranean sea with a beautiful sunset painted in the sky. Life can be great as long as you realize it. We get the butterfly seats out, some chips, drinks and enjoy the view for the next 2 days.
Early morning, we are awoken by the tides and we believe that the car is in the water. It sound so close that we sit up straight in bed and double check if we should get our life-vests. The coast is clear so back to sleep. When waking up in the morning, a few hours later, the local women fishing on the beach stare at us, looking quite surprised, as we climb out of the roof tent. Coffee, a book and the view is all we need to get through the day. Life is great!
February 27 we spend the night again in Samaris campsite, Hammamet, approximately 60km from Tunis. We fill up the diesel tanks the next day (diesel is cheaper in Tunisia) and see the radiator leaking….are we going to make it to the ferry? A screw driver to tighter a metal ring and 60km later we enter the port La Goulette in Tunis. Sorting out paperwork is quick, so we spend 2 hours waiting before boarding the ferry back to Genova, Italy. Goodbye Tunisia, hello again Italy. Fingers crossed again that we get all the visas sorted, for the Middle East this time, quickly.