Tunisia And The Arab Spring — Nearly

Tales from an itinerant writer #1

Author photo: The ruins at Carthage © James Marinero

Setting: Tunisia, Sidi Bou Said, 2 km from Carthage, November 2010.

I’d moored my boat a few hundred meters from the Tunisian Presidential Palace and the ruins of Carthage. Customs and Immigration (= secret police) had been aboard — ‘Captain, do you have a gift for me?’ It goes with the territory.




A home port for those who are multi-genrelational (sic) in their writing, lifestyles and thinking. Itinerants, hobos and sailors are welcome, but don’t expect food, drink or money. And don’t expect many views either — after all, you’re off course, of course. Tie up here!

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James Marinero

James Marinero

Follow me for a varied Top Writer diet: true stories, humor, tech, AI, travel, geopolitics and small business tips as I write around the world on my old boat.

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