Yearly Archives: 2013

1001-night experience


It was not entirely by chance that we met the Dennigs in Boudnib. Michael, the owner of 4ward4x4 Experience, had fitted the larger tanks and suspension seats in our truck. In addition to building expedition vehicles, he and his wife Tine offer guided truck tours – not only through Morocco.

We had arranged to celebrate Christmas together on a dune. Tine and Michael were travelling with two other trucks, so the four vehicles set off across the piste towards Erg Chebbi.

Wind and cold forced us to postpone the Christmas fondue, so we ate spaghetti in their truck instead. On Boxing Day, however, we enjoyed a wonderful fondue in the picture-book oasis of Asarcam. Thank you, Tine and Michael, for the 1001-night experience!

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Marabout Sidi Mashour


A marabout has nothing to do with the bird of the same name; in Morocco it is a tomb for an Islamic saint. Here in Tinghir stands the marabout of Sidi Mashour, Mohamed explained. He selflessly offered to show it to us – on the way to the inevitable carpet shop owned by one of his relatives.

He told us that women still use the room to break the fast during Ramadan. Black traces of candle soot on the central pillar and walls evoke an Arabian Nights scene of colourfully veiled figures around tables laden with food.

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high-end chill-out


If you come to Marrakech simply because you need a change of scenery, book yourself into the Palais Namaskar and you will want for nothing. Perhaps you will be short of a little money when you leave – but you are worth it, aren’t you?

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truck wash


If you ever find yourself in Tafraout, do not miss the detour through the Aït Mansour Gorge. It is quite an experience in a truck: palm leaves, fig branches and other stubborn shrubs scrape the desert dust from both sides and, especially, the roof. All without foam or water.

The gorge is breathtakingly beautiful. Sheer rock walls rise on either side, and the road bends around every palm tree in its path. After a few kilometres our vehicle could go no farther – rien ne va plus – so we explored this jewel of an oasis on foot.

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blue stones


In 1984, the Belgian artist Jean Vérame decided to paint rocks near Tafraout, mainly blue but also red, purple and black. Almost 20 tonnes of paint later, his work was complete. Even today, standing in this vast landscape creates a surreal and strangely disconcerting impression.

The sun has badly faded the colours and the wind steadily abrades the artwork, so local people repaint the rocks from time to time to preserve the tourist attraction. Unfortunately, some foolish visitors also feel compelled to leave their own marks and scribble messages on the stones, as if that might lend meaning to their existence.

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traditional house


Abdella and Fatiha took us to Oumesnate, a village in the Ameln Valley. The historic centre, the “Ancient Village”, clings to the slopes of Jebel L’Kest as a crumbling collection of ruins. One house was still inhabited until the early 1980s and now serves as a kind of historic model Berber home.

Mustapha, one of the owner’s grandsons, gives us an impressive tour. His pride in the meticulously conceived architecture of the old Berber houses is obvious, and his German is flawless. He learnt it all from tourists, he tells us. His blind grandfather, who was born in the house, sits decoratively on the upper floor and performs a musical interlude. He also gives the young couple Abdella and Fatiha a few pieces of life advice, which unfortunately are not translated for us.

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musicians


The hospitality of the Moroccans – at least in the Anti-Atlas, where we have spent the past few weeks – is truly remarkable. Our tireless friend Aissa arranged our visit to the pottery and organised this visit as well. A video will follow later, so another visit to the blog may be worthwhile.

After a performance of traditional Berber folk dancing, a family invited us to lunch. There was a couscous tagine for all the dancers and musicians, with plenty of goat meat: a lavish meal and certainly not an everyday treat. Traditionally, the women ate in another room, a custom I cannot find much to admire in. What was remarkable, however, was how actively I was encouraged to take photographs – one young woman even showed us her private rooms.

Booking: Association Afoot Ghofos, +212 (0) 662895615, adarfi2957@gmail.com

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