Thursday 27 September 2012

To Carthage I go



I take the Golden Road
Dear readers, this will be the last article for a bit.  I leave for Tunisia this coming Sunday and will be away for just over three weeks.  I’m so looking forward to it, my third trip to North Africa, following Egypt last year and Morocco a few years before.

I simply love to travel; it’s in my blood.  We had some wonderful vacations when I was a child, visiting quite a few unusual places.  I’ve continued this family tradition. The more unusual the destination the better I like it.  I’m not a travel snob, though; I’m as capable as most other people of doing touristy things and visiting touristy places.  I like to be pampered and I’m most assuredly not into any form of asceticism or personal hardship.  I go for pleasure, not for penance! 

Having said that, I do sometimes feel that I was born too late, at a time when the world gets smaller by the day; a time when all the great adventures are past; when all the trails are blazed and all the paths found.  I would simply loved to have been alive in the great age of exploration, which for me is the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, a time when the maps were being filled out. 

Have you heard of Gertrude Bell?  She is a particular heroine of mine: the first woman down from Oxford with a degree in Modern History; an independent scholar, an archaeologist, and expert in several Middle Eastern languages, a writer, a political specialist, a traveller; a friend of sheiks and kings - the female Lawrence of Arabia!

In 1900 she dressed herself as a Bedouin man, riding alone into the dangerous Hauran Plain, still under the control of the Ottomans, in search of the Druze, a militant Muslim sect, which had been fighting the Turks for two hundred years. She made contact with Yahya Beg, king of the Druze, and conversed with him in his own language. Some weeks after he was to ask another visitor to his domain 'Have you seen a queen travelling?'

I’m no queen; I’m just a footloose English girl, going where the fancy takes me, hoping to understand other people and other cultures just a little better; hoping at the same time to understand myself a little better, my mind deeper, my horizons broader.

Why Tunisia, you may wonder?  In part because I have a fascination with past cultures, with the history of a country that once contained Carthage, the realm of Queen Dido, more completely lost than mere time would suggest.  I will be there, among the fragments and those later left by Rome, fragments upon fragments, traces upon traces.  Perhaps I shall find Dido, with Aeneas by her side. (I saw Anna Karenina this afternoon.  My present mood is fey and romantic!)



But my African adventure is deeper.  It will take me from Tunis and Carthage in the north to the oasis of Tozeur in the far south-west.  From there I’m off into the Sahara and also to see the great salt lake of Chott el Jerid, with mirages dancing in the sun! 

OK, there is a slight concern going to a Muslim country at this time, a time when things are so unsettled, a time when Tunisia itself is unsettled.  But I was in Cairo last November, leaving just before the latest round of trouble started on Tahrir Square.  If one worried about danger one would never travel at all.  Besides life is all risk and I am a fatalist, a jolly one at that.  I shall, in my own way, spread as much peace and light as I can…and keep my golden locks well tucked under a headscarf.

So, that’s it.  My next piece shall be a postcard from Tunisia.  

18 comments:

  1. Have a wonderful adventure, Ana.

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  2. Anastasia, be careful. I'm sure you'll be fine, but just be careful.

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    1. I will be, Seymour. Thanks for your concern. :-)

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  3. Hmmmmmm Tunisia (= Cartage), a nice historical country to visit.
    Bon voyage, Ana.

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    1. Thanks, Harry. It's lovely to hear from you. :-)

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  4. Take great care, Ana, we need you!

    If you can get your hands on Carol Drinkwater's recent book, The Olive Route, before you go you might find it interesting. She has some interesting, and recent, observations on Carthage and Tunisia.

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    1. And I need you, Ek. :-)

      I wish I'd know about the Drinkwater book earlier. I'll see if I can pick up a copy at the airport. My holiday reading includes Patricia Highsmith's novel The Tremor of Forgery. It's set in Tunisia.

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  5. Ana, I've probably missed your departure, but I'll be here on your return. Have a magnificent adventure, dear.

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    1. No you have not, Marty, you dear, kind man. I made a special trip just to thank you. :-)

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  6. Enjoy - and come back safe and in one piece!

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  7. "when all the trails are blazed and all the paths found."
    I think about that a lot.

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  8. Vengo del blog de Simplesmente mulher!! de nelma-ladeira y me ha encantado tu Rincón; por lo cual, si no te importa me gustaría ser Seguidor de tan bello Espacio, lleno de Magia, Sensaciones y Fantasía.
    Un abrazo.

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