Night in Tunisia

The Morning Haze

There's mysticism and there's beauty to this old country and ancient capital...

But there are also little dirty edges. Like the smog.

Apparently the wind was a little slow last night, and when we awoke this morning, after we had supped our morning coffee ritual, after we had set up and out of the house and as we broke into the morning stillness on our walk to the gym, we were beset by a haze. There's no other word for it. "Fog?" Tiara asked, a slight pleading look to her face. All I could do was sigh. There was some fog, to be sure, as the cars were coated in a soft and sooty dew, but it certainly didn't smell like fog.

Which is not to say that we were suffering some industrial leakage, as likely as anything, it was mostly wood being burnt off from the plentiful construction sites. I assume that burning it is cheaper than loading it in a truck and dumping in it somewhere... Then there's the smell of the gas burners used to harden the masonry, or the cutting torches, or the tar that's heating up for the roads. It's all pretty typical stuff, there's just a lot of it.

Gack.

Oh well, it's looking like a bright day of over 15 C to make up for the shitty "weather." Maybe we'll even be lucky and get a little wind to let the sun shine...

posted by Loren @ 9:10 a.m.