The wind of Mahdia

What would be a trip far away without spending at least one night vomiting. Reasons for that are unclear but the guesses go rather for rollercoaster feelings than food. Nevertheless, I think I'm never going to drink from the glass water bottles in the parties anymore.

However, as the trip consists only of six weeks (and weekends), not travelling during one doesn't feel like a good option. That's why also after that not-so-refreshing night the morning starts with heading to a place unknown with the louage.

This time the destination was a coast city called Mahdia. The atmosphere there felt more modern with newer generation taxis and the trouser legs which do not reach all the way to the ground so striclty. The best thing about the trip was still the wind, which felt amazing after too many degrees for too long time. Okay, I know I was warned about the temperatures here, but life is about enjoying the little things, like the wind. The possibility to breathe properly was just something I had missed. Also to wake up without being completely sweaty was super nice.

The waves we experienced in there were for sure the biggest ones I have ever swam into. While walking by the coast line everything felt so perfect that non-explanatory sadness filled me: how to catch the moment and remember the beauty of it? I guess the impossibility of that makes the moment. Collecting stones would be easier, but who would like to carry them with on a life journey?


Additional notes: The accommodation wasn't anything too fancy this time; we were cleaning cockroaches before settling in, and the view form the windows was nice but the windows needed to be open to see it from all the dirt. The price of the food is amazing; with 5-6 Dinars (around 2 Euros) you can get an awesome traditional dish with the starter soup, some side pasta, never ending bread with the sauces and water melon for the dessert.