It is forty minutes from Sousse to Monastir by Metro, or so we thought. In the most Rickety (First Class) Carriage I have travelled in for some time, Marg asked if I thought it would last the journey as we boarded. Somewhere between Monastir Airport and the Town we stopped. The Driver spent the next hour on his phone and marching up and down the train. The Driver’s Cab was full of only they knew who. How many Tunisians does it take to make Choo-choo go? In the end, another train pushed us the rest of the journey. Meanwhile the local Chaps decided that Lighting Up was the best way to amuse themselves during the wait. Another Local told them off and pointed at us. It appears the Trains are Non-Smoking, any signs will be as worn as the Rolling stock.
On exiting the Station we appeared to have a choice of right or left. I chose right but eventually realised this was not taking us anywhere Historical. Being in North Africa, I have had my Roaming disabled on the Trusty Samsung. I know Vodafone have not complied with my instructions, and so I had to consult the on-line map.
From the Station, with hindsight, one only has to walk about one hundred metres straight ahead to reach the periphery of the Medina. Everything here is far too new. Was it demolished and rebuilt? In no time at all we had emerged on the far side and there was today’s objective – The Ribat.
The Film Set for much of The Life of Brian. Missing the entrance we walked the long way around the Fortress. It might also be a Tardis, better check. The first corner was a suitable site for a Stoning. Are there any Women her? As it turned out there was! Having done a 360, I still missed the entrance, clever design. One has to pay 1TDN for each Camera one wishes to use. This was a two Camera Job.
Emerging from the Portal into the Main Courtyard – Gosh! I know this place!
Are there any women here?
There was one hiding in the corner. Marg gave her alms. Not Myrrh!
I wanted to jump off the Tower, climb the Balustrades, make Proclamations.
In a Death Defying Moment (for me) I made it to The Very Top.
Broaden Your Mind
A forerunner of Monty Python and more specifically The Goodies was the 
small matter of a crazy comedy called Broaden Your Mind. Two Chaps, Graeme Garden was one, trying to find their way off the top of a specially built set in the studio. This came to mind as Marg and I split up to try and take optimum photographs. A Bus Trip arrived but we had the place to ourselves long enough for a plethora of photos Many more here. There was a staircase on the Main Wall with no handrail, Hector made no attempt, even Marg had second thoughts ten steps up.
A Sign!
I found a Flip-flop! Just one! Behold The Flip-flop! We must find and then follo the Man who lost The Flip-flop!
This was the Best Fun I have had in ages.
A very cheap Lunch followed. My first Schawarma of the Trip, and no Eau Gazeifiee.
Knowing the SNCFT had lost one set of Carriages we returned to the Station earlier than planned. A twenty minute delay, but only scheduled stops. A German Tourist told a Local Chap – No Smoking! Ah, The Germans.