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Almost touch down…!

Warming-up jari telunjuk buat jeprat jepret kamera biar ga kaku …
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Yuuuk… mareeeee!

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a music enthusiast’s warm welcome

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Dancin’ in the moonlight
Everybody’s feelin’ warm and right
It’s such a fine and natural sight
Everybody’s dancin’ in the moonlight

We like our fun and we never fight
You can’t dance and stay uptight
It’s a supernatural delight
Everybody was dancin’ in the moonlight .

We decided to sacrifice a day on the altar of culture, and enrolled to a full day bus tour to visit some of the most remarkable sites in Tunisia. In short, it was a total disaster.

It was a Hungarian guided tour, so first we collected all the Hungarians from the different hotels. We also had to change bus, because half of the group was coming from a different area with a separate bus. Finally we arrived to our first stop, to the capital Tunis. We got off the bus, and tried to keep the pace with our guide and the rest of the group, who paid no attention to the fact that a 3.5 year old cannot walk as fast as an adult, and usually we caught up just after the guide has finished his talk. Then we were let go to see the Medina and do some shopping, but it was impossible to even get to the market area and back in the time provided. So, we had a small walk in the area, and went back to the bus, which was not there yet. Enikö had to go the toilet, so she and Judit went to a nearby restaurant. In the meantime the bus arrived, so did the rest of the group, and at the end we were the last ones getting on, 10 minutes late. In the following minutes we had to take several remarks from our guide, about how unacceptable our late return was, jeopardizing the schedule of the whole group.

The next stop was a small town, our guide continued his miserable attempts to run for a comedy award, and said that whoever late was welcome to take one of the small yellow cars to the next stop. The story was similar, running after the group, missing all the stuff, but at least we made sure that we got back first. It meant we did not manage to walk up to the point with the view, but neither did half of the group, simply because they were too fat and the road was too steep. The last person arriving back to the bus was our beloved guide, no mentioning of the yellow cars this time.

Then we went to Karthago to see some ruins, including an ancient bath. It was really spectacular, after we decided to leave our guide, who was too busy talking about the reproduction methods of palm trees, secrets of olive harvesting, and other relevant topics.

Then we were going to have lunch in a restaurant, and our guide made sure everybody was well prepared. He stressed that being the first bus at the restaurant was utterly important, and urged everybody to rush to the tables and mark them as reserved, then get a plate and pack as much food on it as possible, so nobody had to go back to have a second serving. This is pretty much what Hungarians would do anyway, but after all the brainwash, the result was truly spectacular. Our group swarmed the restaurant, we were the only family actually taking the time to wash our hands. There was hardly anybody else in the restaurant during the entire lunch, and there was never any congestion around the food tables, except when all our guys were fighting over the spaghetti. And the food was crap, worst food we had in Tunisia by far.

Then we went to a museum of mosaics, which was simply amazing. We had to get far from our most sympathetic guide, who was shouting so hard that I was afraid the mosaic pieces would start falling from the walls. The time was yet again way too short, but it was still a great experience.

Then we got on the bus again, listened to some more eternal wisdom about the everyday life in Tunisia, switched back to our first bus, said goodbye to our guide with tears in our eyes, and finally got back to our hotel and had some decent food. One thing is for sure, next time, we will just rent a car and get a guide book.

riot-baby posted a photo:

riot-baby posted a photo:

Last Saturday night, riding the empty metro with some jerk friends nd taking some memorial photos (refer to my photolog) when suddenly a security customer (usually assigned to the metro through the hottest nights with increasing violence in Saturdays and beyond the midnights service) get out the driver booth and told me :”taking photos in the train is prohibited !! give me your camera !”, so my reaction was a big exclamation, my friends stood up and I told him that we were taking self photos, as he smelt the breeze of alcohol he gave up his fury.

The point is every time I tried to take a photo some guy usually the security forces, or even a simple employee, shows up and ask me to stop taking photos, as if I were shooting a nuclear plant or his daughter naked, damn world ! how can I practice photographing if everywhere my cam becomes a spy’s gadget ?

As locals taking photos of the market, people, the little wood next to your city around is always are not welcome : they will ask you to stop, or who you are ? or in some extreme cases :”show me you ID !”, ans so on, even I have developed many techniques of camouflage such as holding the cam in my hand and press the trigger, or try to find a hideout where nobody would notice me, or just talk with the people around creating some kind of friendship that leads to a unlimited photographing license, sometimes I have even paid to take shots.

Despite, If you’re a tourist to a resident foreigner (or just look like), you’ll just get smiles everywhere and take photos as free as a you were shooting your personnel garden, the police, or the people around won’t disturb your open photo workshop : God Bless Tourism !

I don’t understand this exaggerated awareness about the camera, or is it just about the media ? thus that most of the Tunisian think that all local photographers are working certainly for a newspaper, and their rear is justified as the press has been publishing unauthorized photos of many people without any permission for decades (the law has been fixed a few years ago), and all those photographers were pretending to be just making photos for joy or as souvenirs !

But the point is that Tunisian don’t really understand photography, except wedding or ID portrait, here in this country we don’t trust a man with a Camera, just because we don’t know him or we haven’t asked for his services, we don’t see the photos with art issues as they could harm our life making us uncovered.

It’s in the late years with the increasing popularity of the digital photography, that usual people shoot in the open air and that people are accepting those devices becoming a usual tool to memorize warm moments or just for fun, led by the outnumbering of the cell phones with camera, the freak is still on, but it’s getting less expressed to avoid getting damned as a retarded and primate person.

For the police two main reasons are making photography a real state enemy:
First, as those toys cam make videos, they have lately a useful tool to many people who started a propaganda videos, sex scenes or event took shocking videos who instantly spread over the web. Two stories are making sense to this : Two high school teacher shoot their self while making love, and the other is about a dancing policeman.
Secondly, the terrorism threat is making our national security more aware of … everybody, yes me and you and the guy pissing on the wall, as I’ve said before, we have no thought about art coming through photos, if you’re making a photo of the metro, you’re certainly getting ready to blow it, if you have take photos of an office, you’ll certainly come by night and steal its precious documents and if it’s not you, you’ll certainly send it to someone else, if ever you have no intention to any of those terrifying actions, someone in the web will use you photos as a material to harm our beloved republic. In one word, we don’t need your photos you can still make peaceful pencil drawings in a paper.

I have asked to colleagues graduated in law to find to make research and find me all about photography in the Tunisian law, the output will be published as soon as possible, and then I’ll get rid or may be of all this stupid behavior.

Finally, I just want to say , that I want make photos for fun, I don’t want to get nagged by a dirty bastard every time I tried to make an artistic photo,I don’t want to harm none, and I’d like to hear from your experiences and how do you faces such problems.

This is just a republish of an article I did write 2 years ago, since that things haven’t changed a lot.

….be aware, it is a warming light, that lights yur nights, but it really burns inside.
Don’t play too close the fire, it may turn you into ashes!

(Ech 3malna ou jé mli7 wa9tha, trah?…Bah quoi, resaisis toi :p)