Nowadays most people arrive on the Island of Djerba by airplane.  If it is not high season the airport seems way out of scale. The runway is large enough to land Boeing 747s. At the time of our arrival is an off season there were a half-dozen commercial jets and a commuter-type turbo-prop parked off from the terminal. The terminal has the typical look of a "church-of-air-traveler" -- large, spacious, dedicated to moving through, very unlived in and void of any strong cultural iconography so as not to offend the diverse pilgrims of the amorphous religion of travel.

[An alternative way to get to Djerba, from Tunis, is to take the train to Gabés and then take a bus or taxi, or bicycle (two days) from there (see side bar.)]

The vista from the exit doors of  the airport doesn’t give a clue to why the pilgrims would come here: a foreground parking lot filled with SUV's (4 x 4's), mini buses and commercial buses waiting for clients, with a background of very flat land, yellowish sandy soil, broken groups of prickly-pear cactus, fallow fields, scattered small indistinct one-story whitewashed block houses and a beige-green horizon of well spaced trees not much higher than the buildings. Mostly there is 180 degrees overhead of blue sky.

As we start to cycle to Houmt Souk (10 km, 6 mi) it gets a little more interesting. Not more than a mile from the airport there is the strong smell of fresh olive oil. The smell of the oil is much more distinctive that building that house the presses. And, both are probably missed by the tourists being whisked to their seaside hotels in air-conditioned taxis, vans and buses. The reason Houmt Souk has an oversize airport is it a two hour flight from parts of Europe, has beaches and has sun and warm weather most of the year. The list published by the tourism office shows several dozen package-tour hotels.  The island is no longer threatened my marauding bands pirates, but by marauding bands of tourists on motor scooters, quad-cycles and dune buggies.

As we rode into Houmt Souk town the school kids were cycling out—interestingly, mostly girls it seemed.  There are street trees, gardens, taller whitewashed buildings with bright blue trim, sidewalk laid with geometric pavers.

In town the texture of life is more dynamic, but  very leisurely just the same.  A considerable portion of the squares and any pavement in town seems to be the domain of one cafe or another.  There patrons, rarely in groups of more than three and often older men wearing traditional chechia (red felt hats - fezs) and traditional jabbellas (capes), don't see to consume any great quantity of coffee or tea (which is served in shot glasses), but they stay for hours facing in the direction that foot traffic is most likely to pass by on, talking, playing cards, dominos or checkers, smoking water pipes, or just sitting and watching.  All the pavement and wall space near the main boulevard are occupied be vendors with there displays of crafts spread before them and tourists.  Refreshingly interspersed with the material culture of tourism and the still-life's of the cafes, are a few local women still wearing the simply and distinctive tradition clothes and headwear of Djerba.  Local woman don't sit in the cafes, like the tourist, they tend to keep moving unless they stop to make a purchase.

A bit more about dress: both men and women dress modestly. The men wear long pants and generally a long-sleeved shirt and often a coat or sweater. Some wear hats, often of the red felt “fez” variety called a chichia here.  Some older men wear the traditional burnoose, an attractive, full length and hooded, monk-like brown garment – think Jedi-wear from Star Wars. We suspect that Lucas and crew appropriated the look for the film since many of the desert scenes were shot in Tunisia.

The women often cover their heads with a shawl called a sefsari. We have seen all levels of head covering from almost total to none. Women also keep their legs and arms covered; even those women who are fashionably dressed seem to stick with this rule. We did see knee-length skirts, but the women who wore them also wore at least mesh stockings. We have also seen a couple instances of facial tattoos on much older women. David said this was a Berber custom. The young school girls are usually bare-headed and some are quite cheeky, calling to us or giggling as we ride past. We saw one little girl today who couldn’t have been more than four or five walking along the road carrying a long baguette all by herself. She gave us a confident “bonjour” as we passed. That she could be kidnapped is all but unheard of here – makes me wonder about all the “progress” we have made in the States towards becoming more civilized.

During the day you see men sitting in small groups at the ubiquitous outside cafes sipping coffee and Tunisian thé (i.e., tea) in small glasses. The cafes outnumber restaurants by a bunch and don’t appear to serve any food. They are enormously popular and although you will see men sitting there in the morning, the numbers continue to grow throughout the day and, by late afternoon, most cafes are packed. At each table are several chairs, but the men are not seated around the table. Rather the chairs form a sort of echelon around the table with all the chairs facing towards the street because it is the street that holds the men’s interest. They sit there all day, sipping coffee or thé, and watching the world go by. When we ride through a town we inevitably pass many of these cafes and often get a hoot or a call or a wave from the men sitting there. We can’t figure out where they get so much time … and what are the women doing during this period? As evening comes the action moves inside the cafes where the men again congregate to drink coffee and thé, discuss the days events (or lack thereof), and often play board games or cards. This is a very community oriented society. Of course, what you don’t see are the interactions between the men and the women. This evidently is not done in public.

One other interesting note on the men is that you will often see them wearing a sprig of jasmine behind an ear to provide a pleasant scent. Vendors in Tunis will follow you around for some time trying to sell me one. It does have delightful aroma.

One member of our group became so uncomfortable in his lycra bike shorts that he found the Tunisian equivalent of a St. Vinny’s (his euphemism for a used clothing store) and bought a pair of shorts reaching below his knees to wear over his bike shorts.

One of the attractions of the day is the hotel. It was a traditional style caravanserai (a place where the ancient caravans would stop for the night). It had large door to accommodate the camels with there loads, a central courtyards were the camels could be unloaded, rested and reloaded, and rooms around the edges for travelers. These particular rooms are done in stunning tile work, for which Djerba is famous.  The building is 400 years old.