Paris to Tunisia- Leg #3

Tunde was right. Paris De Gaulle airport was a pain in the ass. It took the entire two-hour layover to get from one terminal to the other, and re-check my equipment bag. It was an amazingly complex, disjointed facility. It was though, exciting to see everything in French, and to know I was way out of my comfort zone. I didn't hear anyone else speaking English. 

As I said, I had to recheck my bag, which normally entails pulling everything out, but the agent settled for 70 percent with all the crap I carry with me.

I ended up sitting next to a French man, who only spoke French. The instructions on the plane were in French, Arabic, and English. I wondered who else on the plane spoke English.

I tried with some success to sleep on the flight, despite being crammed into the window seat. I was surprised and grateful to be woken up with in-flight dinner I was distractedly, and uncomfortably hungry.

It was a kind of salty, thin sliced boiled fish and rice salad, with a tin-foiled cheese wedge, bread, a stick of dark chocolate, and a type fruit muffin that was more like crepes in texture. I was ecstatic to eat again. 


I was amazed at the expanse of craggy mountains as endless and detailed as the clouds that rolled below the plane.


I was surprised that Tunis on Wednesday was a lot like Michigan in late September- cooler, and rainy, and even got dark at 6.m. Soon we landed in Tunis, Tunisia, in North Africa.