The Sika African Travel Story – Part One: Sparks Flying
The husband to be met us at the airport after the passport control. He had arranged a car and driver to take us the 100 kilometers to our destination; Nabeul where we are staying.
The no-english-what-so-ever driver led us to the parking lot and stopped in front of two cars. One was a taxi-looking van with about eight seats; the other one seemed to be a rusty piece of gathered scrap metal. Guess which one was our ride..
We crammed ourselves into the back of what we later figured out was a Fiat from the early seventies, while the husband to be and driver struggled to fit our luggage into the trunk.
Sparks flew as we drove off; without seatbelts but with anticipation of a great african adventure and the objective of getting the perfect tan.
The Adventure continues..