Friday, November 19/2010

Still in sleep mode, and lucky in that we have a fairly long stay and can afford to take a leisurely approach. We inquire about a map. Of Sousse? Non. Would there have been maps of anyplace else? I'm not sure whether it matters much whether one communicates with the reception desk - actually a sweeping bar rather than a desk - in English or French. Miscommuication seems inevitable. Thus J inquires about the posssibility of a remote control for the television - not really of overwhelming concern as there is only one English chanel - and is told that the guide has been waiting for us and had phoned our room but we weren't there. Heaven knows who we've been mistaken for. I give it a try and am asked what our room number is. Sixty? Oh yes - it's been sent. Untrue. Determine that the French for remote control is télécommande. But is language the essence of the problem?