We have flown, sailed, trained and driven from discovery to discovery…until now.
It seemed obvious to all of us that a Tunisian Ferry would be the only appropriate means to arrive at our destination, allowing time to calm the mind and leave our lives behind. Long empty moments spent on deck watching the sea, smoking cigarettes in a bar open on all sides with large bay windows, watching Tunisian families change from European styles to Tunisian tradition.
Arriving by sea offers a sense of discovery that airports lack. From the first time you sight land, the coastline grows in front of you, your new host country expanding to dominate the horizon. I challenge anyone to arrive at an exotic destination by sea without fantasizing about being the first explorer to discover a new land…you feel a connection that spans centuries as your eyes behold the same sights as they did…especially from afar.
Aboard are Tunisians, descendant immigrants to Europe, businessmen, truck drivers…a random selection of the society we will shortly find. Over the past 24 hours, we have grown accustomed to them, absorbed some of their culture. No longer do the screaming children, running in all directions cause me to cringe…i felt tranquil during the chaotic cue for passport control on board…and I honestly find myself enjoying the luxury of smoking my cigarette indoors, something unheard of throughout modern Europe.