I visited Tunisia between the two terrorist attacks of 2015; just a few days after gunmen opened fire on tourists in the Bardo Museum in Tunis, killing over 20 people, and just three months before at least 37 people were massacred on a hotel beach in Sousse. It was my first time on the African continent.
One hundred years ago my husband’s grandparents escaped from a genocide.
It’s the middle of December and we’re taking the longest road possible from the North-East to the South-West corner of Anatolia, through East Turkey, or North Kurdistan, or Western Armenia – depending on who you’re speaking to.
I choose Hostel Romantik for two simple reasons: 1. It’s the cheapest, and 2. It has some of the worst reviews on the internet.