Monday, 1 June 2009

Life is a Big Beach in Tunisia

Well, there you go – airborne at last, and homeward bound on the mighty Tunis Air flight 790 – only an hour or so late, but hey, who’s complaining.

Morocco and Tunisia both do a really great line in bored, ‘I was meant for much greater things than this’ young ladies, who, in between yawns, replied vacantly to my enquiries as to why we were late, “Dix minutes en retard”. ("Ten Minutes late..")

Three times.

But we’ve treated over a hundred animals, and visited villages and hamlets in ‘La Tunisie Profonde’. So, as I said, who’s complaining?

Well, perhaps the pretty little chestnut mare who had panicked the night before and kicked a disc plough, severing all the tendons and nerves of her rear, right leg.

Nothing we can do for her, we told the owner.

He just stood with the tears streaming down over his cheeks.

Jeremy Hulme

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