Taxiphone

Mar 11
Today we took the bus to the Island of Jerba (aka Djerba). It’s in the Mediterranean towards Libya. The bus drove right onto a small open decked ferry. I thought that was somewhat nifty.

We are going to have an apartment here. So a challenge – I have to use a payphone to call our landlord. No worse than expected: seconds into my conversation in French the payphone hung-up. I called back; this time feeding the phone small coins as we parleyed – the phone wouldn’t let me build up credit. He said he would meet us at the payphones at the bus station and I said bye. However as soon as C. asked me if I was sure that was the conclusion of the call I wasn’t so sure. (In Tunisia payphones are called “Taxiphone”s so was he asking us to take a taxi to the apartment?) Amazingly he showed up about ten minutes later.

The apartment isn’t quite as central as I expected. But it’ll be OK. Now it was time to play house. We walked to the local store and bought some pasta, canned tomato paste and pizza herb mix (“mélange pizza”) to make a boring but adequate meal.