Was looking forward to visiting the Kasbah and buy some poofs. we had hired a car from the airport for our visit as we enjoy travelling alone and exploring. This was a mistake... at least in Tunis. we parked up in an area where there were no lines and other cars were parked and entered the soukh, So far so good - daughter and wife suddenly developed a need for a toilet and so we started to seek out a restaurant. A tall, westernised, man told us where to go and insisted on guiding us even though we said we'd find it ourselves. The guidebook was clear on avoiding anyone who wanted to be friends. He guided us to a local restaurant, via a "cousin's" essential oils shop, where he insisted on selling us essential lemon oil... we didn't buy. Thought we'd eat at the restaurant he'd guided us to, but changed our mind when daughter and wife told us that toilet (which they decided not to use) was in the kitchens... Abdullah (so he said his name was) insisted on guiding us around and pretty much pulled us into shops where he and his "cousins" tried their worst to sell their wares. One that sticks out was a carpet "manufacturer" where a small group of huddled "workers" suddenly materialised and pretended to work on carpets - snipping non-existent fibres from the rug. He did guide us to a roof-top toilet where we managed to relieve ourselves - albeit without a toilet seat and toilet paper (Islam prescribes how you wipe yourself). Our "guide" who now claimed he spoke 6 languages, had studied in the mosque, travelled the world and was now my "friend", not "guide" proceeded to get us lost and pushed us into a shop. I should have realised what his game was once the shop keeper and his friends vacated the shop. My "friend" insisted, while in this less than ideal situation, that we "buy" some essential oils... only after he'd handed me them as a "present". He promised to guide us back to the main part of the Soukh once the transaction was completed and I handed over 10x the price of the little vial. He then left... we were left to our own devices (at last). Found our way back to a shop, negotiated a good price for two poofs and headed back to the car. It was gone. A local told us the municipalities had towed it away since it was a tourist car (they are obvious by their number plates) to their compound. The local, after some coaxing, walked us there and apologised for his country - he was ashamed. We had to negotiate a price to get the car back. The car rental agency informed us this was a common corrupt ruse... AVOID.