Anti Atlas Mountains
In 2012, I was in Morocco for a month. I spent a whole weekend in a small village with 20-30 houses where the men work in Casablanca but the rest of the family live in. I met a guy form Couchsurfing and met him in Casablanca. I met him when I was looking at the festivals in Morocco before I leave Madrid . We had talked through couchsurfing and he invited me to his village on top of Anti Atlas Mountains for a festival. I was looking for a way to meet the local people so I accepted his offer.
Atfer amazing two weeks in Chefcauen, where I encountered my friend Lone in a total coincidence, Fes, Merzouga, Todra Gorge, Tinghir, Esouira, and Casablanca, I met Hassan and we went altogether with his cousins to the village for Kurban Bayrami/Eid-al-hadda/Sacrifice Holiday.
There I spent one whole week. it was such a great experience. I was surrounded by Berber people, women dressed like as if they are performing a play.
I wanna share some pics from the smallest and highest village i have ever seen in my life where i spent the whole week with the berber people. Everything was so amazing.
Here is how it looks like from the first view. That minibus took us to the village from an 18-km-long off-road from the most dangerous road i have ever seen:) I was planning to walk back once we arrived at the village:)
When I first got out of the minibus; there was a girl hiding in her balcony, saying to me : ‘Bounjour’ and hiding again. I was the point of attraction cause I was a total stranger to them coming from a country called ‘Turkey’.
Right after our arrival, we were in front of the family waiting for tea.
Only married women can have henna on their feet. Unmarried girls only have on their hands. They are so talented! They are preparing for Kurban Bayramı one night before.
The girls from the village get together and prepare ‘helva’ sweat stuff for the religious festival the next day. I love those cookies they look like:
the girls made me henna, it was amazing! They are sooo good at doing it. My had looked like this for the next two weeks.
In that village, cause there was not a washing machine or drying machine, I did my laundry myself. It was such a fun experience for me.
this is a to be continued post from Anti Atlas Mountains. That week was incredible to remember once more.