Flight
We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare, but needn't have bothered. As usual, the flight was delayed. What wasn't so usual was the excuse. Apparently they lost the plane - twice! Both times at Lourdes - perhaps the plane needed a miracle cure.
The flight itself was quite smooth but the aircraft had the least amount of legroom or body space of any plane I have ever been on. Even worse, the fat bitch in front of me insisted on reclining her seat so that it was more or less in my face for the whole flight. The cow would not even put it up when asked by the steward during the meal. Rachel said this was because she was so fat she couldn't put her seat up with her own tray lowered!

The journey from the airport to the hotel was quoted as 25 mins but actually took 45 due to all the drop offs. What a pain.

The Hotel
The Marhaba Neptune hotel in Sousse.
Described as a 3 star, but remembering that we are in Tunisia, we didn't expect too much. We weren't disappointed. Basic is the best way to describe the room. Twin beds (reasonably comfortable), good storage space, but absolutely no extras of any kind. No telly, no fridge, no mini-bar (disaster!) and not even any complimentary shampoo - but we did get a bar of soap (small).
The first room we were given was a bit too basic for us. The taps had no pressure, the balcony door didn't close properly and the main door couldn't be locked as the handle fell off. The second room was exactly the same standard but with proper running water and a handle, which stayed on, so we accepted it. Even better, it had a really nice sea view.

The Weather
The main reason that anybody takes a break in April is to get some sun. We were reasonably lucky. Most days were sunny in the morning, clouding over at about 3 p.m. The only full day of cloud, and then rain late in the afternoon, was Saturday - our last full day where we were hoping to top up the tan! Oh well (or bugger).
The nights were actually quite chilly and extra blankets were required by all.
There was a surprisingly cold chill to every day, which was fine when the sun was shining but was a bit too nippy when it clouded over.
Better than Britain though!

Travel
There are three basic methods of transport around the area of Sousse.
Taxicabs are cheap but you need to make sure they put the meter on - and make sure you keep an eye on it too, as they will switch it off quickly as you arrive and just quote a price they think you will accept! In fact this is not a problem because it is very cheap. A ride for Port El Kantaoui back to the Sousse was quoted as only 3 Dinar (£1.50) - and the rep told us to make him put the meter on, as it was too dear! (No we didn't bother).
There are three Noddy trains (yes, that is the actual name of them), which run during the day. We didn't bother with these but they looked like fun, and children probably love them. Apparently you do not sit in the very last coach as this suffers from severe whiplash and you get seasick.
The last method of transport is the Tuk-Tuk. These are a bit like the seaside pedal bikes that you see over here, but they are on a motorbike looking thing with a driver. Depending on who the driver is you can have a safe, boring journey or you can be lucky and get a nutter. Our last journey in one of these was hilarious, simply because the driver was such a maniac. Great fun.

Entertainment/Trips
We came away for a rest, and were quite prepared to do nothing for the whole week. The "welcome" morning changed our minds. There were some really interesting trips, but the best were 2 or 3 days, which we didn't fancy this time. There were two trips, however that appealed. The first was a half-day tour of the local area - Sousse, Monastir and the lovely Port El Kantaoui. This was a pleasant, but not particularly exciting trip. It was worth it to find out about the area, but wasn't great. The second was a full day trip to Dougga - site of some pretty impressive Roman ruins. This was a very long trip, which took the shine off the ruins a bit. By the time we got there we were knackered and didn't enjoy the site as much as we could. There is no doubt though that the ruins are impressive, and we have some nice photographic memories.
On Wednesday evening we went for the "cabaret" show - starring the reps. Now you are probably wondering why! Two main reasons. One, there was also a group of professional entertainers on the bill (supposedly very funny) and two, the cabaret was at a casino and we could play the slots again.

The show was actually a really good laugh. This was partly due to the fact that the professional entertainers were excellent, and partly to the English family sharing our table. Lovely people, and a real laugh. Mum and Dad (Joan and Ken), in their sixties, with daughter Pauline (40+). They really made the evening fun and to top a great night Rachel won 55 pounds on the slots (what a gal).

The Germans
Don't mention the war - I mentioned it a few times - Nazi bastards!
We were unlucky enough to be staying in a hotel at the same time as "The Golden Circle". 300 elderly Germans. What a rude, arrogant, bunch of shits. They have no concept of queuing, are amazingly selectively deaf if you try to point this out, and obviously still believe they are the "Master Race". Things came to a head on the second morning, at breakfast. We were told the previous day that we had an assigned table for evening meals, but you sit anywhere for breakfast. This particular morning our "regular" evening place was taken, so we sat elsewhere, without fuss. While I was getting my grub, Rachel found herself confronted by an irate, elderly, German and his family. Of course, not speaking Kraut didn't help, but this nasty piece of work didn't want to listen anyway. He waved his (evening) seating card right in Rachel's face and made it obvious she should move, despite the fact that she was actually in the middle of her meal. A shrug of the shoulders didn't work so Rachel called a waiter over and asked if it was right that you could sit anywhere you like for breakfast. When the waiter confirmed this she said "Well f***ing tell him then!" The Nazis were just seating themselves at the next table as I returned. This was a time when I wished I could speak their lingo. We knew they kept on talking about us, and the glares were quite ridiculous, but we couldn't actually understand exactly what they were saying.
The next morning, tempting though it was to take "their" table again, we made our way elsewhere, and then noticed that they had been down early just to tip the chairs in on "their" table to reserve it. Rachel said she was surprised they hadn't put some towels down too!

In our defence, I must point out that ALL of the English people we spoke to had the same problems and grievances with the Krauts.

Final Thoughts
All in all the holiday was a very pleasant break and a welcome rest. Yes we would go back, there is still a lot to see