I was working with a cruise ship named New Flamenco. Saturdays we usually anchored in La Goulette, another port of the Tunisian Republic, but there were two or three occasions we had to change the route and had chance to experiment the experience of visiting beautiful Bizerte.
It’s kind of crowded near the port and the main attraction is a street market of those in which you can achieved almost everything. Between eggs, guitars and chickens I spoted a poster of Diego Maradona. I smile. He is everywhere. I also almost bought a scorpion to have as a pet in my cabin, I did not finally, I regret it, it could have been a good company in the tiny “room” I had.
There was also a gorgeous place, right across a river where there were several boats. Children fished and people sat relaxed, smoking a special snuff flavored in the shisha or water pipe (narguile). It is not common to see women in bars in the area, much less alone.
We passed near an old wall near the place and had some lunch in front of a beach. The restaurant staff spoke little English and some French. I spoked with one of them, asking about the pretty and typical yellow flowers that children were selling from table to table. To my great astonishment, the boy began to flirt with me, asked me for my e-mail but for some reason we could never communicate.
The next year my friends returned to Bizerte, they told me they went back to the same restaurant and the nice young man asked about me. He remembered my name and wanted to give me a present. To everyones surprise, he took off a golden medal and asked them to give it to me when they saw me. I never received it … but I find the story charming. I wish I could write to thank him.