I have last left Africa i was 16 years old. at the time it seemed good, it felt good, i was finally going to Europe and eventually to the states. As you can imagine it was like a dream come true for a young African teenager, whose pop culture of the mid nineties was a guide to life. i lived in Paris for a year where i went to boarding school, then i flew to meet my parents in DC. when you are a teen there is so many things that you tend to take for granted. this was just the beginning of a long stay in a foreign home where i would forever remain a foreigner.

After 14 years i am finally back to the land of my ancestors, I still can't go to my home country due to political reason, but any country on the African continent would do. i went to visit my brother and his family in Tunisia, a 2 hour flight from Paris.

The beauty of this place is unreal, the food, might not be best, but hospitality is definetely good.
I rented a beat up car nick named "la Pourite". It did serve its purpose quite well, taking us from point A to B without much trouble.

We are staying at La Marsa a subburb of Tunis, about 2o km north of the city and 10 km south of the coast line and the mediteranean sea.

This country is full of history and mysteries. A perfect blend of cultures which is highly sensed in its culture. Carthage formerly home of the phenicians after the punic occupation of Africa, is nothing but ruins, yet the influence remain in the tunisian culture. some of the infrastructure of the past such as the military port of carthage can still be seen and have been reused and improve over tiem.
We have been blessed enough to visit this place, there is so much to be share, yet too little word to do so. i will post some image and pictures posted during this trip as a picture worth a thousand words.

til' then Shoukran and see you soon.

Clovis