Sunday, 11 Feb. The ruins are about 40 minutes outside of Constantine. On a hill. Gorgeous views. It’s easy to tell that the town went through several centuries of building and rebuilding. Different styles of construction. My leg felt so much better until, going down, I landed awkwardly and re-injured myself, perhaps worse than before. Time will tell.

Had a fun lunch at a very cheerful family-run business. It was the first really good meal I’d had in Algeria. Essentially Spanish rice and a chicken leg.

Visited a large, picturesque mosque in the afternoon. Farewell dinner had lamb, beef and chicken. It was okay.