We’ve met some people who thought we were brave to go to Tunisia independently. We never once felt threatened. The only time we felt vaguely uncomfortable, was sort of our fault. We sat down in a cafe in Douz. Cafes, even in tourist towns, are for men only. My wife got a few strange looks, and after about 10 minutes of no service, we, the geniuses, figured out we weren’t welcome there and left for a restaurant.