As I write this, I’m smoking shisha and sipping coffee while watching the blood orange sun descend beneath the canopy of palm trees in the southern oasis town of Tozeur in the Saharan desert. After ten days of wandering from the north to the south, Tunisia feels like an oasis among countries.
Ever since I quit my job and booked a one-way ticket here, the number one question I’ve gotten is, of all the places in the world how did you pick Tunisia?
Although my Google Home had no problem telling me to quit my job to travel, she wasn’t as useful when it came to choosing a destination. So I was on my own. I knew only that I wanted to go on an adventure and that I wanted be somewhere cheap — I am after all, unemployed. After deciding that blindly throwing darts at a map on my wall was an inefficient method of buying flight tickets, I went on skyscanner.com, an indecisive traveler’s dream app because it lets one make queries as broad as this one:
With a single click, Skyscanner returned a list of countries along with an estimated cost of a one-way ticket from New York anytime in March in order of cheapness. As I scrolled down the page, Tunisia caught my attention like the twinkle of an eye—this was the birthplace of the Arab Spring and Luke Skywalker! For a moment, I wondered what life was like in this fledgling democracy while my inner Star Wars nerd pictured herself standing in the troglodyte caves of Tatooine, the desert planet in the Outer Rim.
I glanced at the map on my wall. My gaze lingered on the tiny Arab country amid the smattering of haphazardly strewn darts and the blueness of the surrounding Mediterranean sea, the vastness of the Sahara, the immensity of the Atlas Mountains beckoned to me. I must go there!, I suddenly thought.
And so I booked it.
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Two weeks later, with only my backpack and boarding pass in hand, I arrived in the capital city of Tunis and sauntered into an 18th century palace that also happened to be my Airbnb. Not far from the Lake of Tunis, its castle-like entrance lay hidden in a maze of narrow, labyrinthine alleyways characteristic of the Arab world.
I spent the following days exploring the surrounding villages near Tunis and the evenings getting lost in those alleyways trying to find my way back to my palace (seriously, every night felt like a sequel to Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey).
Sidi Bou Said (sid-ee boo say-d) — on the coast just beyond Tunis — is a village where the buildings are all uniformly painted white and blue. I remember wandering through there because the distinct coloring makes you feel like you’re taking a stroll in the clouds and in pictures, the village seems to melt into the sky above and the Mediterranean Sea below.
Past Sidi Bou Said, I found the famous village of Carthage where the ancient city of the same name once stood. Although the Carthaginian ruins were more or less just a bunch of half-destroyed rocks, visiting the archeological site was a humbling reminder that this tiny village on the Mediterranean Sea had once been the center of a grand empire that rivaled that of the Romans.
As I began to make my way overland to the south of Tunisia, the calm waves of the Mediterranean Sea gave way to the soft ripples of sand in the Saharan desert. A 7-hour bus ride from Tunis to Tozeur had taken me to a new landscape, a beautiful oasis in the largest desert in the world.
Yesterday, we went to Mides Canyon near the Algerian border, passing through a few tiny, scattered villages along the way. The scenery was incredible, which is probably why so many movies—including the Raiders of the Lost Ark and English Patient—have been filmed there.