WOW

Tunis is crazy. An explosion of hail the size of golf balls just shot down, stopping traffic and sending people fleeing under the eaves of nearby buildings.

Needless to say, the weather is not on my side. The storm that hounded me out of the islands and then out of Athens has followed me here. Holy Mackerel, I just heard a crack of thunder that sounded like a howitzer going off in my cochlea. This is one intimidating storm.

I am going to hop on the 1205 train heading south and I am just going to keep going south until I can't go any farther. Seriously, though, I am heading to Sousse, where supposedly it isn't raining. If the storm keeps pushing me, I'll take a bus to Douz or Tozeur, two Saharan gateways and just get on a camel trek into the Grand Erg for a couple days.

Can't say this is what I hoped for, but this is enjoyable in its own right. I vastly prefer extremes of weather to middlin in betweens. Better pouring rain and threatening hail (and vicious winds I might add) then merely murky days with periodic sprinkling.

That's one thing to be thankful for; there's always farther south to go and eventually, I can always just get on a tour into the Sahara. If I can't beat the rain there, then there is no hope for me.