In the heart of the Tunis medina, among narrow alleys, the scent of spices and the constant buzz of the souk, one of the most genuine, and funniest, episodes of Motociclisti da Bar was born.
We are sitting in a small bar hidden among the shops, with a few glasses of mint tea. Between one travel story and the next, the unwitting star of the episode emerges: a rider who, with great pride, never misses a chance to remind us of the tortellini he makes. And from there, inevitably, it all starts: jokes, teasing, pure irony.
The trip takes a back seat, and so does the motorcycle. What remains is what really happens on a trip: the people. Not just roads, but moments. Not just kilometres, but connections.
