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We were dealing also with other alternative sports in Hammamat, not only with falling on the bitumen. Apart from practicing bowling, we watched and listened on Friday evening Lebanese Star Academy (al-Akadeemeeya) at the Dolce Vita Café, and yesterday we were sharing happiness with Tunisian People upon their victory over Senegal in the North African Football Cup that's taking place in Tunisia. Guys are entering semi-finals, as it was explained to us. And where exactly is our contribution to the world of sport? We were honking and lighting as we were approaching Sheraton hotel in Hammamat (we were unable to find a Tunisian flag to stick it to the car).

On yesterday's foggy and broken down day (my legs are better, now I'm feeling every inch of my right shoulder and left forearm) Peter and I decided to spend the last Tunisian night (this time) at the Sheraton Hammamet Resort. It sounds mollycoddled and snobby but after three months of sleeping inside my partner (yesterday it was exactly three months!) I really wasn't feeling like waking up several times during the night with all my pains and stitches to pump the air bed (now we already end up on cans after only one hour and 45 minutes!). The expression inflatABLE airbed suits it perfectly. "You'll love it! You just can't stop pumping it!"

Televisiooooon! We got stuck in front of the TV set as rooted. EuroNews was first, but all the remaining time was spent doing sport. Did you see how Ronnie O'Sullivan beat Jimmy White on Eurosport? 6:4! We were watching in complete silence as coloured balls were moving up and down a green table and after every second hit there was one less on the table. Incredible! Just from time to time we uttered a strange sound when one or the other lost his turn. O'Sullivan goes to the finals today at 20.30 CET (7.30 PM GMT) and he'll play against a repugnant yappy who eliminated Higgins at the same time. Please cheer for O'Sullivan and please inform me of the result (in the key moment we'll be on ferry). But seriously, cheer for Ronnie!

Sport gear store is closed so Peter won't be surfing behind the ferry (well, I was hoping we'd save some money that way). At 8 p.m. we board Grimaldi's Victory and head for Malta. إلى اللقاء يا تونس, إلى اللقاء يا أفريقا, نصل, يا أوروبا

Stay tuned, I'll add some more Libyan photos within a couple of days.