While touring Tunisia we got lost in the desert. We were miles from nowhere when we came
to a fork in the road without a sign and our driver and our guide got into an
argument, in Arabic, over which road was right. The driver had the wheel so we went his way first.
The road ended in the scariest outpost of a town I ever
saw. We rolled up over a slight
rise in the sand and there it was.
The driver stopped quite a bit short of the enclave, had a few quick
words with our guide, in Arabic, made a hasty U-turn and sped away in silence.
We eventually got back to the fork in the road and on to where
we were going. And the next
morning, surprise, we had a new driver.
I never really wanted to know what was in that town, but I
always wondered if the old driver had to walk home, or what.
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