Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Drums of the Gnawas

Gnawas are at the same time musicians, a brotherhood and somehow magicians. Descent of former black slaves, they are known for their hypnotic music, cymbals and drums....
Gnawas of Essaouira are the most well known, but they can be found everywhere in Morocco, with a World Music sound, or a deeply authentic one.

In Tazzarine, ithey are six brothers with deep voices that chant the blessings. They come sometimes in the Oasis, and you can see them walk through the desert, accompanied by the sound of their drums.

Gnawas of Tazzarine


We light a fire, outside of our walls, with a big root of tamaris. And the night starts, the rythm quickens more and more, and suddenly stops. The leader hits his drum several times, very regularly, in the silence of the night, like before opening the curtain in the theater... and the music starts again.

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Sunday, March 11, 2007

Rose Festival in Kelaa M'Gouna

Gnawa dancers in Rose festival
We finally officially know will the Rose Festival (or moussem) take place, in the first week-end of may, from Friday the 4th to Sunday the 6th. At least this is what Tourism Office told us, and I hope this information will be more accurate than the one about Erfoud last summer !

Practically, that means one more "institutionnalized" moussem (or festival). At the beginning, Roses Festival was linked to the harvest, and took place when the latest roses where cut. People could relax and celebrate.
To fix the date so long time in advance means the moussem will happen whatever the state of the harvest.. (Do you know farmers able to tell you three months in advance the exact day they will finish the harvest ?)

On one hand, it is quite logical, for such a touristic event, attracting so many people, it is quite hard to leave tourists and travel agency in the unknown: "you can come for a week and book your plane, but we can't promise you you'll see what you want, and come for."

This moussem was quite officialized already, with sponsors like Maroc Telecom, covering with advertisment boards the walls around the stage where the traditionnal dancing and singing takes place. And officials, all decorated and aligned, in the main stand. A Gouvernor has an agenda as hard to manage as a tourist booking, that cannot bear roses fantasies...

But, after Erfoud, after Imilchil, it is once again a piece of real tradition which fades away, pushed by the demands of tourist development...

Whatever, it is a beautiful time. The key point is undoubtedly on Saturday, with gnawa, ahwach, music,sabre dancing...

Kelaa's streets are covered with people, children are ckimbing on the lamp-posts, and people come from everywhere around to take part and sell something. The moussem is at the same time a huge souq, many people offer a few trinkets on a blanket on the ground. I often found there beautiful berber jewels... and many fake ones.

My advice would be to plan large around. The visit of the roses gardens is better made in the week, before every one is busy with the moussem. One has to loose himself in the small labyrinths, enter the gardens and take time to discuss with the people, that's the best way to enjoy Morocan hospitality.

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Monday, March 05, 2007

Back to the sun !

The weather was beautiful today (finally !) and the boarding in Düsseldorf pleasant. Royal Air Maroc has fully renovated its planes, the seats are more comfortable. As I'm travelling for more than 28 days, I fully enjoy my 30 kilo luggage allowance. It's so good not to carry in my backpack all these heavy things I usually hide in its compact form.

Reading the newspapers, Morocco has three main topics of interest, preparation of elections, which will take place on the 7th of september, a few days before Ramadan, birth of Lalla Khadija, the first daughter and second child of the King, and the endless diplomatical complications with Algeria regarding Occidental Sahara. I just hope it won't get too difficult, as we pkan to go to Figuig. I dream seeing these high adobe houses...

The photograph of the King with his daughter was on all enwspapers and blogs. Mohammed VI cans be seen quite relaxed, in casual dressing (casual but green, color of hopen happiness and baraka in Islam), obviously totally besotted in love with his small one, a broad smile and very tender eyes. It's a simple image, perfectly fitting the communication of this King who opens secrets of the palace, and show his family.

I let you search it (should not be too difficult on Google) maybe you'll reach on of the many other moroccan blogs. According to "Le Matin" bloggers in Morocco would be around 20.000, and one of them, who, unfortunatly for me, writes in arabic, would be one of the best bloggers in the world.

Blogs are rpesented as a space of freedom. i'm really interested by the fact many people prefer reading the blog of a journalist than his official articles, because, as a private person, he has more freedom than a journalist.

One day, I have to tell you about schyzophrenia in Morocco....

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Saturday, March 03, 2007

A djinn in the swimming pool

The first time I discovered the desert, it was a too long time ago, in Tunisia. A week of holydays, in low-season, I was with a teacher invited to give lessons, nice moments, Tunis, Sidi Bou Said, La Goulette, all that, and during the week-end we go down south to see the sand.

Nice.

Big.

Yellow.

That's all. Return to Paris on the Monday, nice memory, but I preferred the beach.

The second time was in the south of Africa. A long journey, a month, and within this month, three weeks of semi-desert and varied deserts, one after the other, Karou, Damaraland, Moonscape, Etosha… and, at some point of time, after ten days of desert, we arrived on the coast, in Swakopmund.
Of course, we had never been thirsty, our bus was somehow air-conditioned (but not dust-proof), and that was winter there, so easy conditions.
But I will never forget the marvel of being able to simply see the water, this huge quantity of water, to feel again humidity on our skins, the change of the light, and our pleasure of a simple walk on the beach.

Desert is dryness and lack of water. Without the desert, there is no oasis, just a simple normal garden.

What does that have to see with the jinn ? Just a second …

In south of Morocco, I see more and more hotels and inns with swimming pools, whether in Merzouga, in M'hamid, or even in Tazarine, one has to offer a large swimming pool to attract tourists. And that's the same in the riads of Marrakech that must have at least a small pool.

Let us leave Marrakech apart for now.

Swimming pools in the middle of the desert, or just nearby, are an ecological nonsense. They use a large amount of water which would be much more useful somewhere else. The water, still, in the sun, evaporates much quicker than the running water of a small river. Swimming pool is not adapted to the living conditions of the deep south.

Morocco suffers from drought. South receives its water mainly from melting snows, and the rains, even when they are heavy and catastrophic like in Merzouga last year, are just a small part of the reserves.

And why do you travel in the south ? Just to be warm ? Or to experience the desert, and discover another way of life ?

You cannot experience the desert while swimming in a pool every evening. Desert takes you step by step, it needs several days, it is a dry and hot air, sounds, winds, lights… swimming pools do not belong to this world.

All Moroccan, Arab-Andalusian and Berber civilisation, architecture, gardens, traditional cultures were prepared and built in order to spare water. Fountains in the larges patios of the riads, irrigation canals are small running waters, moving, protected by the shadows of the plants. Water movement as well as the shadows prevent evaporation.

There is not still water in Morocco. It is avoided as much as possible, also because of superstition. One says that jinni, these spirits who share the world of humans, and can be simply tricky, or very naughty, jinni hide in still waters (and therefore, one is specially cautious of hammam, and always takes a shower with running water to protect itself).

Jinn in the Hammam

Jinn in the Hammam, by Joumana Medlej(c).


Marrakech's swimming pools are another story.
There were no pools before in the riads. These quite large reserves of water are a call for mosquitoes and other insects. The few humid areas of Morocco, around Mohammedia and Agadir, suffer from malaria and mosquitoes. And in the same way, near the dam's lakes, like in Ouarzazate, there can be some "beasts of the swamps" whose bite will leave you a track for a few weeks. Programms to get rid of them have started. Without going so far, a riad with a swimming pool will attract mosquitoes. Prefer ones that have only fountains, small streaks of water running between the squares, and go swim in the sea, in Essaouira or Oualidia !

Joumana Medlej is a Lebanese artist whose site, Cedarseed will keep your attention for a long time. The Jinn in the Hammam is an illustration of one of her books, about olive oil. You can see all her publications on her site..

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