Re: Where were you
Where do I start? Guess before the wedding which relates to the honeymoon.
Sue worked in an office in London and the shop below was a travel agents. Now the manager often asked Sue to type confidential letters for him regarding the agency business.
When he found out she was getting married he asked if she had any plans for the honeymoon. Well we had saved everything for the house and wedding, so no honeymoon, or so we thought.
Wow what a shock when he said "how about a fortnight in a 5 star hotel in Tunisia ". Obviouly well out of anything we could even dream of. Then the bombshell " so you could not afford £25 then for the whole holiday, flight and hotel included for both of us " I will leave it up to you about how we felt.
So the wedding was in a church with 78 guests at a sit down hot dinner, it was in March and the snow was coming down so they all appreciated something hot to eat, No champaigne but a very good sparkling white wine and no one knew the difference.
The first night was back at my parents as the house we bought was still being fixed up by my cousin in law.
So afterwards off on the absolutely amazing honeymoon.
Got to the airport in Tunisia and little boys ran to the plane and tried to grab Sue while offerning me a tray of toy camels. The customs sheds were just that, tin huts as Tunisia had only just opened up to tourism
The hotel what can i say? it was right on the beach with its on private beach and the drive approach had orange and lemon trees either side.
We had our own bungelow as well away from the main building. On the way the coach driver kept stopping and lifting out rolls of carpets to the local shops.
Now for the funny bit, not what you are thinking. It was so hot like a summers day yet they had the underfloor heating on, to them it was cold. we had seperate beds across the room and to get from one to the other we had to wear slippers. Horizonal jogging in that heat??? think greasy pigs
Next morning or so there had been a storm at sea and the seawater had divided the sand in the public beach area into seperate sand hills. Made us laugh as the beduins were on one and their camels on the other and they could not get to them.
We visit the local town and in the middle of the Souk in the square women were literally climbimg over what looked loke rags or old clothes or something. The lanes to it absolutely stank with urine running down the gutters.
Can I strongly recommend if you ever go don't order a bottle of local wine, we did and it tasted like something a camel would produce, so we left it for the rest of the stay.
So did we have a good honeymoon? I still remember it like it was yesterday now nearly 50 years later on