Bizerte back to Tunis, and beyond.

Tunisia chapter 13

I take breakfast at the guesthouse, a delicious spread of breads and jams with a hard-boiled egg. A French couple appears as I’m finishing up and I say hello before heading up to my room to finish packing.

I’ve decided to spend the morning in Bizerte. I don’t have anything pressing to do in Tunis and I figure I might as well make the most of my time in this town I’ve grown to love. I wash up and neaten my bags before leaving them with my hosts and take to the streets.

I walk up the hill to the Spanish fortress. I’ve seen it from the roof of the guesthouse, an amphitheater cut out from the hillside below rocky ramparts. I reach the large wooden door to find it shut and locked. I turn away, but my rattling must have alerted the guard who opens it and invites me in to have a look…