Northern Tunisia is one of those places people never really write about much in context of adventure morocycling. Pretty much everyone, the moment they get off the ferry, heads straight south, rushing toward the edge of the Sahara, to Douz, Mos Espa, and all those postcard-perfect spots.
When I travel, I want to experience places fully. A highway is basically a tunnel, you shoot from one point to another without sensing anything in between. It's like a hyperspace jump straight out of a sci-fi movie. "Highway" is really a dirty word, something you don't say out loud, especially around others! That's why, without whining, we spend the first few days grinding our way through the northern mountains. Slowly. But because of that, we stumble upon the remains of Roman towns, old abandoned roads, little-known military ranges… The north is honestly fascinating, and it would be a real shame to just skip it.
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