El Kef
Another of my feathered friends |
Heuly, Caroline and I went down to the pool. The others were brave and went in, but only briefly. The water was very cold when I tested it – just with my toes. Anne joined us and then Ruth when she got back from town. She managed to stay in long enough to swim two lengths.
Roman Baths |
Ruth had gone to find Werner, who said he wanted to revisit his hotel from a much earlier trip. She failed to find him and met up with us in the old Roman baths. The site was surrounded by modern buildings, with apartment blocks forming part of the walls of the site. There were lots of columns and votive stelae, but there were only a few rooms as these baths were smaller than others we had seen.
El Kef from the Kasbah |
We went into the smaller one which was showing serious signs of neglect. We climbed up to the walkway at the top of the walls and looked out over the town. I did not take any photos as Lotfi said that there would be much better views from the other Kasbah, but I could see the inner courtyards of the blue and white houses down below and the mountains in the distance.
View across to Algeria |
Kasbah from below |
After exploring the Kasbah, we headed for a café where we could enjoy our first Arabic coffee. The café was in a dead end street, which had a tree growing at the end, providing some welcome shade. Arabic coffee is exactly the same as Greek coffee or Turkish coffee. We caused problems because we did not want the very sweet pre-made coffee, so we had to wait for our order.
Sparrows serenading us |
We walked past the synagogue and looked in through the door. We avoided going in as it was getting late and there was an entrance fee. Our descent took us through a courtyard, where some little boys wished us “Bon Jour”. We chatted to them and their mothers as we walked by. Unfortunately, the market was closing when we got there. I did look at one clothes stall, but there was nothing suitable. Keen to make a sale, the stallholders kept suggesting things, but they seemed to be the wrong material or too many frills and flounces or just too good for walking round dusty ruins. I did try on one denim skirt, but it was too tight.
Sue wanted to go back to the hotel to fetch Kim and to see whether Werner had gone back there, so we started to look for a taxi. A Brazilian girl, who had studied in England, offered her translation services, but we did not need them and soon found a taxi. Sue found both Kim and Werner at the hotel so, after just a few minutes, we got into another taxi and headed to the Post Office, which we had been told was near to the restaurant where we were eating that night.
We looked for the restaurant, found one and asked if they had a reservation for 10-12 people. We were in luck, so we waited and, just as we were about to order drinks, Ruth appeared. This time we were not offered the set meal, but could place our own orders. It was a nice meal: just D5.000 for salad and chips.
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