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Scene in Tafraoute, Morocco
Moroccan vintage postcard, mailed in 1964 to Guadeloupe
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You could be here, there or anywhere else. If you’re not mentally and emotionally stable you w’ll end up by hanging between fake dreams resulting frustration and time wasting, unclear visions and totally lost in a world fullfiled by successif events, time goes on and stuff just get worser; take a breath and decide wisely.
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Pictures from my last #roadtrip to the #south of #Morocco - 25 August 2022
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Michaela’s Favourite Photographs #11: First Light
Tafraout, Morocco, 2016. I have to admit that this one is more my favourite than Michaela’s: I love it not just for itself, but also for what it represents. Out on the edge of the desert, the nights were cold, our breath clearly visible in the crisp morning air as we took breakfast. Within a few short hours the temperature had rocketed and the days were so hot. As we rose early one morning and…
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The argan tree [Argania spinosa] is a spontaneous and xerophilous species endemic to the Western region of Morocco on a small strip of arid land between the Atlantic coast and the Atlas Mountains.(around Essaouira, Marrakech, Taroudant, Tafraout, Agadir until Sidi Ifni). The fruit’s pulp is what attracts the goats to the argan trees.Those climbing goats can be seen during day trips from Agadir to Marrakech.
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Exploring.... 🔎 #explorer #exploremore #living #adventure #adv #happyvibes #hangout #morocco #photography #flag #tafraout #byx (at Tafrawt) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck36ty9N2pL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Quebec police say authorities in Morocco have arrested a man who was allegedly behind a series of phony bomb threats sent to several institutions across the province.
The provincial police force says the unnamed, 45-year-old male suspect was arrested in the Moroccan town of Tafraoute, roughly 230 kilometres southwest of Marrakech.
The arrest follows what police describe as a mass e-mailing of fake bomb threats across Canada and other countries demanding money in exchange for the location of explosives.
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Magnum photographer Stuart Franklin. Stone formation near Tafraout, Morocco.
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Yennayer 2973 - Amazigh New Year Party "Yennayer", a new year's celebration steeped in tradition, has been celebrated since antiquity in the Maghreb and by Maghrebis around the world. The Amazigh (Berber) New Year is one of the oldest popular festivals celebrated in North Africa. The millennial festival of "Yennayer", literally "first month" or even "door of the year", is held every year on January 12 or 13. The Amazigh calendar is an ancient agrarian solar calendar, also called "fellahi" "peasant". Yennyer is primarily a nature festival according to pagan customs, held to honor nature, drive away winter and start the new harvest year. . . . . #amazigh #imazighen #maroc #morocco #tamazight #agadir #rif #nador #chleuh #kabyle #souss #casablanca #tinghir #marrakech #maghreb #berbere #algerie #tiznit #berber #rabat #tafraout #tiziouzou #oujda #tanger #mellab #marocaine #bejaia #marruecos #photography #ahidous https://www.instagram.com/p/CnT_giKN1wc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Kundan Lal - Power of Ra
Gathering a cult following amongst people like Den Sorte Skole or DJ Marcelle with his previous releases, he is now set to sail new shores. There is a sense of wanderlust as he opens his box of field recordings, collected on his many travels. From the buzzing streets of Alexandria, early sunday markets in Tafraoute or a crackling bonfire down by the banks of the river Ganges. Each track takes you places.
Kundan's second album is a captivating blend of dubby beats, collages, and exotic instrumentation. Drawing from classic tools like the Roland 808, SC7 and the famous Space Echo, Kundan has created a unique and minimalistic sound that is sure to captivate listeners. At once nostalgic and experimental, "Power of Ra" is a must-listen for both electronic music purists and fans of adventurous soundscapes.
Compelled to work from home on his computer during lockdown, Kundan dusted his pawnshop e-piano, downloaded some orchestral soundkits and started to digitize almost forgotten field recordings. The "Power of Ra“ came to him.
It is hard to put your finger on his style or genre. You can feel Kundan Lal‘s DIY spirit in his production, carving his own ethnic genre. For enthusiasts of Roberto Musci or Muslimgauze, this avant-garde album is one for your collection. Keep your senses open and let the Power of Ra pass you to another world.
all field recordings made by Kunsaf Halil between 1999-2005 in:
unknown city, Egypt (1)+(6) * Marrakesh, Morocco (2) * Alexandria, Egypt (3)+(8) * Varanasi, India (4) * Hampi, India (5) * Tafraoute, Morocco (9)
sampled sound of Bedouin coffee grinder in Jordan desert recorded by Deben Bhattacharya (5)+(6)+(8) * word by Greta Thunberg (5) * voice cuts from the movie „Aas Paas“ (7)
front photographed by Tomas Berger in Kathmandu
artwork by Manekineko
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Maroc, région de Tiznit à Tafraout, XXe siècle. Collier à boîte talismanique en argent, perles
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The village of Tafraoute in Atlas Mountains, Morocco
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Good afternoon TUMBLR - March 9th - 2024
''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."
Ch. XI.3 - Morocco - 1989 - 1991
TAROUDANT - MARRAKECH
Like every year, at the end of the Holy month of Ramadan there were the festive days of Eid el Fitr. Officially lasting two days, but infact we could count in a week of rest.
The trains, the CTM (La setième in local language) and the collective Grand Taxis - generally old Mercedes or Pegeot 504s that connected the various cities of Morocco, increased ticket prices based on the proximity of the Eid date. The workers began to ''flee'' in the days preceding the festival, with the excuse of the long journeys they had to face to reach their places of origin (mon bled) and the scarcity of means of transport.
We decided to spend the holiday visiting Taroudant and than Marrakesh. Taroudant, a town about 80 km from Agadir, is known as the "Grandmother of Marrakech" because it looks like a smaller Marrakech with its surrounding ramparts. In the 16th century, the Saadi dynasty briefly used Taroudant as its capital before moving its royal seat to Marrakesh. Today, the town has the feel of a small walled market town on a caravan route.
We stayed overnight in a beautiful Arab-style hotel, with lush gardens and a beautiful swimming pool right next to the ocher walls that surround the city, 8 km long. I remember that Andrea had a lot of fun in that pool, and when it was time to leave it he stung his hands and feet because he didn't want to go.
The next day, after having studied the road map (GOOGLE MAP did not yet exist) we decided to leave for Marrakesh, even passing through the legendary Tizi n'Tichka (literally ''pasture pass''), a pass that rises to the considerable altitude of 2,260 meters and which, crossing the High Atlas, connects the Taroudant valley with Marrakech. At its peak you can admire the highest peak in North Africa, Mount Toubkal 4,167 meters high (from the Berber Tugg Akal the ''One who looks down on the Earth'').
It was a trip that I remember with particular pleasure for the wild beauty of the places we crossed. At a certain point, after long kilometers of descent full of hairpin bends, Marrakech appeared in the light of the sunset, further accentuating the red-ochre color of its walls and ancient buildings. We spent a couple of days in Old Capital in a nice hotel which I think today is called Ryad Mogador, and then we returned to Agadir.
TAFRAOUT
After some time had passed since the failed visit to the caves, Bozon tried to try to regain some credit. He therefore proposed a trip to us which first consisted of a stop in Tiznit - about a hundred kilometers south of Agadir, and then an overnight stay in Tafraout, an inland town.
Tiznit is a small Berber city, famous above all for its artisans who work with silver and steel to make jewellery, swords, inlaid knives, a whole variety of beautiful objects which are made in the traditional way in the kasbah's workshops.
In addition to the three of us, Bozon, my colleague Alfio and his wif, who recently arrived from Italy, were taking part in the 2-day excursion.
After the pleasant visit to Tiznit, we headed towards Tafraout, at a distance of about 100 kilometers, deep on Berber territory. A winding but well-maintained mountain road, with a pass at 1,230 meters above sea level, where a wealthy Berber trader who emigrated to France built a large hotel. The hotel was visible from far away, surrounded as it is by the ocher of the bare mountains. Stubborn date palms grow here and there.
Hotel Kerdous - Tafraout, Morocco
Tafroute is renowned for the cultivation of almonds, the basic fruit for many traditional Moroccan pastry desserts.
About 8 km from Tafroute there is the famous area of the painted rocks. Jean Verame, a Belgian artist, brought in 19 tons of paint of various colors in the late 1980s and than painted the rocks with the help of local people.
And that's where we spent the day, on a sort of plateau surrounded by large, colorful granite rocks, some used like a primary school notebook, with black rods on a white background or vice versa. At a certain point, however, here is the usual unexpected event of the day: this time it is offered to us by Alfio who, as sea man, thinks he can transforming himself into a boulder free climber. Without saying a word to anyone (what Sardinian would he be if he spoke to someone about his intentions?) having chosen a rock he began to climb it. Till to the point of no return, in the sense that at about 15 - 20 meters from the ground he no longer knew how to go up or come down. Mrs. Curreli, having noticed her husband's impasse, began at first to shout at her husband nasty insults (which we did not understand the meaning, given that they were pronounced in strict Sardinian) then with suggestion on how to get down from the uncomfortable position.
- Hang on there……put your foot lower……be careful not to fall…idiot '' Alfio, poor thing, was in a panic, and we all could see it from the tremor that shooked his legs and feet, resting on the precarious rock's niches. Bozon and I were amused at first, but we start to be worry when we saw that the situation was becoming critical. We therefore made sure to get up as close as possible to Alfio, to comfort him and suggest the best way to get off. In the meantime I asked Mrs. Curreli to stop shouting. In short, after a series of maneuvers while telling encouraging words - ''come on, you're doing well…. like this…. like that …slowly…no worry …'' we managed to bring Alfio back to the ground. The guy, once lying on the lawn, had a sort of fainting spell, which did not prevent his wife from hurling yet another series of insults at him.......
We returned to Agadir via the R105 national road, a good road passing through Ait Baha, with breathtaking views of the Anti-Atlas.
GULF WAR
It was August 2, 1990 and na ews shocked the entire World: Iraq, with a surprising offensive launched during the night, had invaded neighboring Kuwait!! Morocco, a moderate Arab country, assumed an equidistance position on the conflict through a televised speech by His Majesty Hassan II. A moderation action through privileged diplomatic channels was matched by concern about the protection of the Holy Places of Mecca and Medina - currently not directly affected by the conflict. Morocco in any case sent a symbolic contingent of 1,500 soldiers, after the agreement with Saudi Arabia, to defend Mecca and Medina in the event of an attack.
The tension was felt throughout Morocco, with demonstrations by the population in open support of Saddam. Even in the site offices, Moroccans showed open support for Saddam, in open contrast to the official positions of the Government.
There were also a couple of curious episodes, due to the fact that my Range Rover still had the red license plate of Bahrain, a Gulf Emirate which for obvious reasons since the beginning of the conflict had sided with Kuwait and the nascent coalition led from the USA.
One day I stopped at a petrol station to fill up with petrol, and the guy addressed me with phrases in Arabic and French, making me understand that ''there was no fuel for the traitors of the Iraqi brothers''!!
I finally managed to make him understand that I was not Bahraini, but Italian, that I had bought the car years ago there– and so I got the petrol.
Another unpleasant episode happened a few days later – after a breakfast at the restaurantJardin d'Eau. I was leaving the place, and fortunately M. David accompanied me. A crowd of youngster were kicking the my car for the same reason: they had seen the Bahrain license plate and believed that the ''traitors of the great leader Saddam needed to be taught a lesson''!! David managed to bring them to their senses, making them feel ashamed for what they were doing to a car belonging to a ''Respectable Italian engineer working at the New Aeroport d'Agadir''!!
In any case, the Gulf War had already generated a phenomenon that, at the time, I couldn't understand: all the foreign tourists had suddenly disappeared from Agadir (and I presumed from all over Morocco), causing the closure of hotels, restaurants and travel agencies. And of all the consequences that the presence of foreigners set in motion. The reason behind this was that since Morocco is an Arab country, people believe it could somehow become involved in the conflict at any moment. Hence all foregneirs fled a country situated 5,000 km away from the war front!
We therefore arrived in a state of high tension on January 15, 1991, when His Majesty King Hassan II spoke to the world and to the nation, in a heartfelt message to "brother Saddam", clearly saying that his was "the last appeal before the possible catastrophe''. We therefore understood that the time for the American attack was imminent, and in fact during the night the bombers of the Coalition of 39 countries attacked Kuwait and Iraq simultaneously.
My Boss, Alfonzo, based on the instructions received from the Company headquarters, ordered us not to move from home. And for three long days it was like thas: a grave silence had descended over the city - only the police of Gendarmerie Nationale circulated the streets, even if officially the Authorities had not declared any restrictions on free movement. One of the statements that made us understand the Moroccans' state of mind towards us materialized following the shooting down and capture of an Italian Tornado fighter. Some people were waiting for us that day at the entrance to the site offices, and welcomed us saying:
''Nous avons abattue un de vos jet'' (We shot down one of your jets)
A somewhat grotesque statement, if we consider that Morocco did not participate in the war - and therefore that ''we'' meant total adherence to the Iraqi cause, seen as Pan-Arab and against the American Imperialists and their allies.
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The village of Tafraoute in Atlas Mountains, Morocco
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