From Midelt to the Tafilalt Oasis, passing the Ziz Valley – Morocco

03 Feb

The hidden surprises of Midelt

Short Description. Near Midelt, I went to Kasbah Outhmane ou Moussa, then to Kasbah de Myriem – the Notre Dame de l’Atlas Monastery and a local workshop with Berber carpets and embroideries. I passed the Ziz valley and gorges and stopped at a camping between the towns of Erfoud and Rissani.

Long Description

Although it seemed to me ugly and filthy, Hotel Bougafer surprised me with a hearty and tasty breakfast (omelet and crepes) served on the terrace of its restaurant. As I had enough dust, shabby houses, and pushy men who always tried to sell me something, I decided to not go to the souq in Midelt. I headed to the Kasbah Outhmane Ou Moussa – a small nearby village, encircled by mud-brick defensive walls. The kasbah had narrow pedestrian streets, rudimentary houses, and markets set up directly on the ground.

Near Kasbah de Myriem, I stopped at Atelier du Tissage & Broderie Berber, a Berber weaving and embroidery workshop. La Maitresse (the landlady) Nicole was a French-born in Midelt. Her family, the Debono clan, had already been for three generations in Morocco. She encouraged me to take photos of her employees – local women who were weaving carpets on big wooden looms or others who were embroidering large table clothes.

Atelier du Tissage at Kasbah de Myriem near Midelt: traditional looms

Atelier du Tissage at Kasbah de Myriem near Midelt: traditional looms

Just opposite the carpets and embroidery workshop, the Kasbah de Myriem stood as a former mud-brick fort transformed into a Catholic monastery at the beginning of the XXth century – Notre Dame de l’Atlas. The Catholic church inside the fort was later built of mud bricks, in the traditional style of the region. The guardian told me to wait and he went to call Pere Jean Pierre. I didn’t know the history of the place, therefore I wanted to take some pictures and leave. Out of the blue, a tiny monk appeared, with serene eyes as blue as the sky. He was warm and close with everybody and smiled discreetly. He started to talk with me in French, with a calm voice. I changed my mind right away and stayed to talk with him.

Monastery Notre Dame de l'Atlas in the former Kasbah de Myriem, near Midelt: guided visit with Pere Jean Pierre

Monastery Notre Dame de l’Atlas in the former Kasbah de Myriem, near Midelt: guided visit with Pere Jean Pierre

Pere Jean Pierre was one of the two survivors of the massacre of 21st May 1996. The massacre had been performed by the rebels over the monks of the Tibhirine Monastery (which means ‘garden‘) in Algeria, during the civil war. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me! How was it possible for me to meet such a personality? A man who had overcome such a tragedy and yet he had such a serenity? Pere Jean Pierre was 91 years old. In 1996, he came to Fes, where he had a small monastery. Then in 2000, he came to Midelt at the current monastery, from where the nuns had recently moved to a nearby location.

Pere Jean Pierre slowly walked in front of me and showed the monastery to me (the church, the library, and the chapel). The chapel with Berber decorations had been later extended in the Romanic style. The bell of the church had been brought from the church of Midelt when that one closed. Originally, the monastery belonged to Cistercians, but at the moment of my visit, five Franciscan monks lived there. Sister Theresa spent all her life in this monastery. A photograph of her stood as a proof in the chapel. When we entered the church, Pere Jean Pierre showed to me the oratory built in honor of the seven brothers killed in the Tibhirine Monastery in Algeria. The movie ‘Les Hommes et le Dieux’ evoked the painful memory of this event.

Monastery Notre Dame de l'Atlas in the former Kasbah de Myriem, near Midelt: with Pere Jean Pierre.

Monastery Notre Dame de l’Atlas in the former Kasbah de Myriem, near Midelt: with Pere Jean Pierre.

After that, Pere Jean Pierre showed to me another oratory built in the honor of some monks from the monastery. They had been hermits in the desert among the Berber tribes (a very interesting combination of Christians and Muslims). Their names were Pere Foucault and Pere Peyriguere. Pere Jean Pierre made me feel love. He filled me with calm, patience, and understanding. I felt peace and an unexpected joy, without any reason. His presence meant everything in that monastery. How had I wanted to leave without meeting him?!

The road from Midelt toward Erfoud and Rissani towns went along the Ziz Valley and Gorges. Fortified villages (ksar/ksour) with traditional mud-brick houses resembling fortresses were scattered along the road. Trees were very rare, while sheep and goats were grazing a few surviving dried herbs here and there. The road started to climb in tight bends through a reddish rocky landscape and narrowed as I approached the Ziz Gorges. I passed a mud-brick mosque with a green minaret and some more-or-less deserted ksars. Eventually, I stopped at Kasbah Douna to recover a bit from the heat.

Crossing the High Atlas Mountains: the first mud-brick ksar in the area

Crossing the High Atlas Mountains: the first mud-brick ksar in the area

After the settlement of Er Rich, palm trees became the main form of vegetation in the area, alongside some low acacias and dried shrubs. I passed through the famous Tunnel du Legionnaire (Tunnel Zaabal) – a natural rock arch, from where the road snaked through the reddish Ziz Gorges (approximately 30 kilometers long). A brownish water, the river Oued Ziz (mostly dried up) flowed down the valley. A few tufts of grass barely grew on the riverbanks. A formidable ksour lined the route along the valley. All of the ksours had the same brownish mud-brick architecture, resembling the volume of a fortress.

Ziz Gorges: yellow sand and rocks, palm trees, and an incredibly blue sky

Ziz Gorges: yellow sand and rocks, palm trees, and an incredibly blue sky

Late afternoon, I passed the Hammat Mulay Lake and crossed the military garrison city of Er Rachidia, which had mud-brick fortified walls. It dated from the French Foreign Legion period when it kept an eye on the nearby border with Algeria. After I exited the town, the Ziz Valley widened and a necklace of oases with palms opened up, with numerous ksars scattered throughout the palmeraie. The road moved away from the course of the river and followed a contour line along the Ziz Valley, overlooking the dense palm forests in the valley. After 250 kilometers, I passed Erfoud and stopped at Camping Tiffina. I pitched my tent among palm trees, Berber tents made of wool, and brownish cottages built of mud-bricks.

Ziz Valley: ksar in relation with the palmeraie

Ziz Valley: ksar in relation with the palmeraie

Route du Majhoul in the Tafilalt Oases

Short Description. Setting my base camp at Camping Tiffina, I took a half-day trip among the mud-brick fortified villages (ksar) in the Tafilalt Oases. Then I spent a relaxing afternoon at the campsite’s pool.

Long Description

On my way to Merzouga, I stopped at the Tahiri Museum of Fossils and Minerals. The museum had a courtyard packed with all kind of rocks from the surrounding mountains (~100km away). Each type of rock had a different color and was extracted from an area with a rich geological heritage of fossil beds. Brahim, the owner of the museum, told me that the southern part of Morocco had plenty of fossils. In order to see what was inside the rock and to reveal the fossil, one carefully removed a part of the rock using fine tools (similar with the ones used by dentists – Brahim laughed when I told him that). The fossil was extracted from the middle of the rock and then polished using different methods. The exhibition displayed phacops dating back to the Devonian period (408-436 million years old), ammonites, minerals, dinosaur’s bones, corals, and trilobites

Rissani: Musee Tahiri de Fossiles - how a trilobite is revealed from the mountain rock.

Rissani: Musee Tahiri de Fossiles – how a trilobite is revealed from the mountain rock.

Tafilalt stood once as the terminus point of the caravan route along the Salt Road. After I passed the ruins of Sijilmassa, a chain of fortified villages (ksar/ksour) started. The villages usually stood near an oasis where the locals worked in the fields or picked dates. The crumbling mud-brick ksar flanked the road. They looked rather primitive, having earth as the pavement of the streets and inside the houses, garbage and debris, but also metallic gates and mosques with beautifully painted minarets.

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: Ksar Tinheras - inner street

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: Ksar Tinheras – inner street

The dwellings of a ksar stood one on top of the other one. This way, a street actually passed through the dark gangways from the ground floor of the houses. The public fountain stood in the middle of this underground street, where the children of the village were playing joyfully. On the street, a father was carrying his two children in the mule’s holsters. The locals picked up dates from the nearby oasis and brought them home for lunch.

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: a normal 'underground' street, a good playground for children

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: a normal ‘underground’ street, a good playground for children

In Ksar Tinheras, two little girls followed me, waved to me, and eventually ran to me, embraced me and kissed my cheeks. On the flip side, in Ksar Ouled El Ouali, the kids coming out from school gathered around me and started to insist on giving them something: hip pack, pen, pendant, money, candies. I couldn’t even move forward because of them. A man banished them but they insisted to come back and even became aggressive. I had to give up the exploration of the village and withdrew in the apparent safety of my car.

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: aggressive children asking for money.

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: aggressive children asking for money.

Later, in front of the Mulay Ali Ash Sharif Mausoleum, a kid asked me to take a photo of him. Then he got angry because I didn’t give him money for that. A man translated to me the cause of his annoyance. I showed the kid how I erased a photo of him. However, I had another back-up photo, which I didn’t delete from my memory card. Then I completed my round trip among the ksars near Rissani – a little town with brick houses in brown colors and dusty streets with sand from the desert.

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: Zawiya Mulay Ali Ash Sharif Mausoleum - this little boy asked me to take a photo of him and then asked for money

Route du Majhoul in Tafilalt Oases: Zawiya Mulay Ali Ash Sharif Mausoleum – this little boy asked me to take a photo of him and then asked for money

In the afternoon, I relaxed at the swimming pool of Camping Tiffina, which had a rather cool water though. The owner of the camp didn’t understand why I preferred to stay there instead of taking a tour to the nearby desert of Merzouga. In the evening, I enjoyed a traditional dinner at the camping’s restaurant (tajine, crusty bread, and a delicious green salad).

From Midelt to Rissani and the Tafilalt Oasis is my diary about the road trip along the Ziz Valley and Gorges in Morocco. My road trip from Fes to Midelt can be found in my previous travel journal – From Fes to Midelt, passing Sefrou and Bhalil. And here are all my Travel Diaries from Morocco (x…..).

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