Funis in Tunis (errrrrrr????)

I wanted desperately to write more about Senegal and indeed I should but the time has somehow pass through my fingers like the last bits of rice and meat did all too many times. I should go for more shorter entries but for now you are subject to a longy. (Littletonese for long one) So I must leqve my 2 year old friend Cheikh Ali...who called me uncle in Wolof (I kept thinking he was saying give me and so I was a bit bitter but then caught a lump in the throught when I found out it meant uncle) and dear sweet friends at the daa'ra espically my new big sister Raissa (soory for spelling) who fixed my glasses, washed my clothes, made my dinner, all with a headache and a smile, my friend and new father Muhammed who I could barely communicate with but somehow managed to see all of Dakar with, the brains of the operation or at least blowhorn, Aisha (no one tell her that!) who educated me in many ways and between her and her husband made the whole experience possible...yes I leave them as words on paper and invite you to take me to tea or coffee (which I drink everyday now...sometimes several times throughout the day) and ask me about Senegal because it was truely one of my favorite places so far.
Tunisia has been a very interesting personal experience (like this whole trip isn't right?) I've managed to spend more tourist dollars here than anywhere else and I still have two weeks left. these people are amazing at the the abalities to get the money smoothly from you. That's why I'm not mad. I get blazing angry (as angry as Thomas can get) when they are blantly trying to screw you but if they have allready succeded and you realize it after the fact...wow...you're good. I've been to the most European city in the Middle east/N. Africa and caught stares from the tres chic as they sip their coffee's on the main ave. I've managed to buy perfumed oil at a higher price than I pay for it at home. I've wandered through ancient Islamic mosques and visted tombs of people who were alive and companions of the Prophet. I have made a million kids and young girls giggle...or flat out laugh...when I pass and say "how are you in Arabic". I froze my but off(which isn't much of one to begin with) with three arcitects from America and Canada (the other America) while being extemely afraid of border police taking us into the desert and stopping the car only to find out that there were taking us to the top of this extremley cool mountain with roman ruins on it because of the issues with algeria....whoo that was a long one. I managed to find a Chilean travel buddy who is also travelling around the world and travel the same distance from another city as I did just to collide in the desert and experience Star Wars sets together. I have been amazingly subdued this go round. Think I geeting tired but somehow I keep going. This chilean guy gave me a boost. He just goes from place to place on couch surfer and does give himself time to get homesick. So I'm following these footsteps. And it's working well. I'm whirling around the south right now and trying to make it back to the capital by the weekend. We'll see. I am having fun though. This is the important part. I still can't believe that I am doing this.