I had to write about Tunisia. Because I just went, and I had so many feelings about it. Let me explain.
Why Tunisia, And Why I Almost Didn’t Go
After falling in love with Morocco, I wanted to explore more of North Africa. Tunisia felt like the natural next step.
At first, I was excited. Then, as the trip got closer, the doubt started creeping in. I had read too many comments: women being harassed, thieves, fake policemen, general safety warnings. A few weeks before leaving, I was seriously considering cancelling.
But I had planned everything carefully. It was only 4 days. And more than anything, I didn’t want fear to make the decision for me. I wanted to form my own opinion.
So I went.
How I Prepared (And Why It Mattered)
I booked a pre-arranged taxi from the airport. I chose a hotel in a well-known touristic area. I didn’t leave things to chance, and honestly, that groundwork made a huge difference to how I felt once I landed.
My first day was low-key by choice. I had lunch in the city, grabbed some water and snacks, and spent the afternoon settling in. I’m usually the type to squeeze every hour out of a trip, but I knew I had early starts ahead, so I let myself rest. No guilt.
Guided Tours: Worth Every Dinar
For days one and two, I booked tours through GetYourGuide. A local guide picked me up at the hotel and took care of everything: the logistics, the navigation, and teaching me the history.
It was a little pricey, but I’d do it again without hesitation. I felt safe, I learned a lot, and I didn’t have to deal with the stress of figuring things out alone in an unfamiliar city.
On my last day, I used the InDrive app to book a taxi to the airport. Smooth, reliable, no drama.
The Honest Answer: Safe Enough, But Not Always Comfortable
So, is Tunisia safe for solo female travelers?
It can be. But it comes with caveats.
I did my best to dress modestly and to stay in touristic areas. Most of the time in Tunis, I felt okay.
But one evening, I crossed into a less touristic neighborhood to do some grocery shopping. There were groups of men sitting outside who stared, relentlessly. I zipped up my sweatshirt despite the heat and walked as fast as I could. Nothing happened. But I didn’t feel safe, and that feeling stayed with me.
Safe and comfortable are not the same thing. Tunisia ticked the first box most of the time. The second one, less so. And that did shape how I experienced the city.
If you’re thinking about going: go prepared, stay in touristic areas, use guided options where you can, and trust your gut. That’s the most honest advice I can give.
