📝 ARRESTED in Tunisia 📖

My experience in Tunisia has had a decidedly unexpected aspect, one of those episodes that teach you to never underestimate the advice you are given before leaving, even when you think you can manage on your own.

Since my arrival, the recommendation I heard most often was: "Never go out alone in the evening hours, it can be really dangerous here."

Despite this, a few days later, perhaps driven by curiosity and the desire to experience something different from the routine, I found myself walking alone in the evening and decided to call a taxi to be taken to a bar, just to see what the nightlife was like outside the tourist tour.

As soon as I arrived in front of what seemed like a decidedly not recommendable place I was greeted by a suspicious-like bouncer.

The atmosphere of the place was particular: the bar was full of men, many of whom had a look that did not inspire too much confidence so I preferred to stay on the sidelines and limit myself to observing, after a while two men approached and started chatting with me asking me insistently where I came from and why I was there.

Although I said I didn't want to drink they insisted on offering me a beer, the more time passed and the more I realized that the situation was becoming more and more surreal, so I looked for an excuse to get away.

At a certain point the two offered me to take me back to the hotel, I declined saying that I had to wake up early the next day and I hurried to call a taxi, but before I could leave one of the two insisted that I at least offer everyone a drink.

In order not to create further problems, I accepted and then I finally managed to get away from the club.

I thought that by now the worst was over but the return trip reserved another surprise for me: the local police stopped us for a check, immediately asking me for the documents.

After handing them over to him, the agents began to say that I did not have the identification documents and that I would be arrested, despite having my documents in hand.

I found myself in a surreal discussion with the police who continued to insist and I was trying to explain the situation, after several minutes of tension and an all too explicit look at my wallet everything was resolved with a "fine" of 20 dinars, my documents were returned and I was free again, only the last stretch of the road to get to the hotel, where I arrived only arrived after making a forced stop at the ATM because the taximeter had remained on for the entire time of the interrogation.

An evening that left me with a good dose of adrenaline and also some teaching: next time I will listen without hesitation to the advice received, because, in the end, certain experiences are better to avoid, or maybe not?

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