
Not the original Carthage
I slept well, had a nice shower (in the rather tiny cubicle in my cabin – not for those who wish to flail their arms around while they wash), and headed up on deck to see the approach of Tunis. You’re supposed to be able to see the ancient city of Carthage: I don’t know where it went but I don’t think this was it.
We docked on time at 9:30am: rather an interesting disembarkation strategy, using a narrow gangway for people both getting on and off, so it took a while, especially with all those refugee bags. Everyone had their photo taken using an infra-red camera on entry – presumably because of Swine Flu, then we headed to immigration. It turns out I should have had a stamp in my passport – I still don’t know what for, or where I should have obtained it. Anyway I waited until the nice policeman was free – he sorted out the paperwork once he’d switched his computer on and plugged the mouse in, and I was on my way.
They’re pretty strict on the Tunisians at customs – all those refugee bags had to be untied and opened so they could check the contents. For some reason, I didn’t look like a smuggler and they just waved me through.
There’s an exchange bureau at the port, so I changed a few euros to Tunisian Dinars to keep me going. It’s a closed currency so you can’t obtain it outside Tunisia, or take it out with you when you leave. But there are ATMs all over Tunis, and also plenty in all the cities we visited. Apart from some kind of technical hiccup when no-one from our group could get any money for a few hours, we had no problems. I think we did better than those who needed to use a bank – you have to go during banking hours, and then overcome the language barrier (the ATMs all had an English option).

There's the train I could have caught, through the window
I had intended to walk the 500m to La Goulette light rail station and get a train into the city centre, as recommended by seat61. But it was boiling hot and I had a lot of luggage (I took a large rucksack – in hindsight maybe a wheelie case would have been better, although the majority of hotels that we stayed in didn’t have (working) lifts so I did win out there). So I succumbed to to the sales tactics of a taxi driver – 10 dinars (about £5) for the 10km all the way to the hotel, or 5 dinars to the train station (plus 2 dinars for the train ticket, then a tram or a 15 minute walk the other end).
I checked into the hotel, had a siesta (luxury to be able to!) then went to explore the medina – more on that in the next post.