Re: honeymoons - how was your one -?
Sue and I wern't going to have a honeymoon we just could not afford it. We paid for the wedding sit down hot meal + sparkling wine reception for 78 guests, which took all of our spare cash including hiring of the hall
However she worked for a company that also had a subsidery travel agents of which Sue sometimes helped with the typing etc in her lunch breaks.
When the manager of this travel agents asked about our honeymoon Sue said we wern't having one having just purchased a house and every penny was accounted for
He said " I will see what I can do, just leave it to me"
Well what a nice pleasant shock, he said to sue "how do you fancy a week in Tunisia?"
Sue said we can't afford anything like that. He said not even £25 for both of you for a week?"
You could have knocked us over with a feather, it was his way of saying thanks for the work Sue had done for them.
So off we went in March 1972 to Tunisia to a 5* hotel right on the beach all included. that was flight -hotel -food everything.
So that is where we went for our honeymoon. Tunisia had just opened up for the tourist trade so to speak back then and we had a fantastic time. The hotel had a long, very long drive with orange and lemon trees each side. and right on the beach which was private to the hotel
Any funny experiences then ? yes Oh but OH YES
the temperature was up in the hundreds yet the underfloor heating was still on. As we had separate beds to get from one to the other required putting on footwear he floor was too hot to walk on bare footed.
First main meal I decided to have a bottle of the local wine. Huge mistake, i swear in must have come straight from a camels you know where, it was horrible. The bottle never got finished in all the time we were there.
We were warned about the triangular pasteries with raw egg inside that went all over you if you bit into the wrong side
Oh I could go on about the bedouins being stranded on one sand hill and their camels on another due to an overnight storm causing a deep gulf full of sea water between them.
Or about how we visited Souke in Hammamet and seeing in the square women scrambling over a huge pile of cloth and garments, or the gutters in which anything flowed
Or about the coach driver from airport stopping every so often to deliver carpets to shops from under the coach.
Even about the small boys running out to the plane with a tray of toy camels and trying to swap them for Sue.
customs shed was a hut with tressel table in for the customs officers to work on