jebel sahro
Morocco:Tinerhir:cybernet
ok, i was in a bad way yesterday and today has been a lot better…thats the good thing i’ve found out about getting older, its much easier to forgive and forget, or at least forget, and in a way, forgetting takes care of forgiving if you do it right… i’ve made it to tinerhir via an aromatic minibus full of local black robed and veiled berber women and sitting next to an unfortunately chatty camel breathed older man, through the jebel sahro region, black scorched rocks on top of sporadic dunes, mostly just flat rocky weedy and burnt, the whole region really looks like it was just lightly washed by fire, and the jebel themselves, burnt mountains, and black camels grazing on small brush, the occasional ephemeral dust cyclone; these mini sightings are what its all about…yesterday on the way back from the desert there were little dust cyclones all around just very gracefully gliding about, on the verge of collapse but somehow retaining their form, utterly magnificent, like the piece of paper in American Beauty, only way cooler than a piece of paper, and mirages, i mean REAL desert mirages, they fooled me (as it is in the nature of a mirage to do) and i thought for a moment, oh wow look at all these little ponds, and then they got severe, it looked like a picasso, a horizon rectangle of steaming, wavering water cutting through the middle of a mountain range… through a palmerie or two and we arrive at tinerhir, it is nondescript and i almost left but then found out that the todra gorge can be done on mountain bike, so will stay and perhaps do that, had good luck so far here and got a cheap nice place, although the hotel guy led me to a carpet shop right away, whatever, but its actually cool and interesting small berber place in the middle of the amazing cracked sun baked clay kasbah, they are cool and i got tea and am now considering opening up a college on the history of berber carpet design…