A GLIMPSE INTO LIFE IN THE REGION
08.04.2017 - 20.04.2017 20 °C
How does one write when there are no adjectives left? I don’t want to be boring or repetitious or to be perceived as being full of shit when I keep saying that each day is as good or better than the day before. But it is true. I could not have enjoyed today any more than I did.
Over the years, Darren has met and established relationships with various families or individuals along the route of his tours. It can be quite difficult to photograph people in Morocco. Like most Arab countries, it is especially difficult to photograph woman. The fear is that someone might see them in a world where modesty holds high value. Having the opportunity to get into the homes of the locals is an incredible opportunity. Of course, he helps them out financially, to allow us the access to photograph freely, but he does nothing to force them to show the warmth and hospitality that we have seen this week.
This morning was no different. Today we visited a woman, her two children and family friend. She is said to have anywhere from 11 -14 children but many have left home. Her husband was in town working but he also works in his shop at home making slippers. We were able to look her around her home which was relatively large and very clean. Along with the sheep and food that they grow, they even had a little garden in the back. Of course, we had tea and hot bread from the oven. The kids seemed to really enjoy the company and were full of smiles. The longer we stayed, the more they warmed up to us and by the end I was having a great game of ball and there was tons of laughter. It was very special. When we left, we got big hugs from the kids and the mom. It was obvious that this house was filled with much fun and love and I felt so blessed to have been given a glimpse. I left in tears. But that is probably no surprise to most of you.
From there we made our way to the top of the Dades Valley. A terrifying drive, although Darren says we are the first to think so. The view was incredible, and comparable to the Grand Canyon but of course, my picture fails to represent.
We went back into town for an amazing lunch. The food is terrific. Everything is fresh, laden with vegetables and lightly seasoned. People cook what is freshly available and it tastes delicious. Typically, we eat from one dish.
When we arrived at our next stop, Tamtattouchte we had another special opportunity. Living nearby is a man who spent most of his life as a nomad. He has since gone blind and is living in town. No one knows his age and say it really doesn’t matter. He was happy to model for us for a few minutes and was even happier when we took his arms and led him inside mumbling in Berber something about having a harem. He had a million-different expressions and I couldn’t choose a favorite.