In these strange, days, weeks and months, one has time to reflect, ponder and wonder. Also to rethink the ways of being and doing. There are many strands to my life and yet, at their confluence is the whole. I feel now is the perfect time to join the dots.
Recently I was asked about gluten free couscous…Well I knew it was likely being made with maize or at least in part, but today I discovered it is being made at an association not far from Marrakech with an astonishing number of gluten free options.
The What, When, Where, Why and How I will start with the Why am I here living in Morocco. I visited this amazing country back in 2000, it was my first holiday abroad and when asked where I would like to go, Morocco was the place I instinctively chose. As a tourist I was treated…
The Phoenicians explored this corner of Africa around 1000BC and found the area away from the coast to be inhabited by people they called barbaroi (meaning “not our people”), which later became known as the Berbers or Imazighen. Research shows that the Berbers may have had links with the Celts, Basques and tribes from the Lebanon.
The traditional cuisine of Morocco has been flavoured by the Amazigh (Berber) tribes of the mountains with their couscous and tagines, the Arabs from Persia who arrived in the 7th century who brought spices, the Moors on their return from Andalucía after the Catholics exiled them out bringing olive oil and citrus fruits, the once thriving Jewish community and more recently, the French.
All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood. (Article 1 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights)
If nothing else, you come away from the desert humbled and full of love and respect for these people who have endured hardships we cannot imagine and yet, they are so welcoming, so warm and so hospitable.
Tomorrow the first of our intrepid adventurers arrive in Marrakech for the 2019 Bushcraft and Survival Course in the Sahara Desert, Morocco.
The Mountains echo
With the music of life
The wind carries the notes
The ears seldom hear
The earth beckons
Are you listening…
They say “We are what we eat” and this is certainly true, every morsel of food and every drop of liquid we ingest, but also, every thought, every feeling, every emotion. They should all be positive and nurturing.
Reconnect with what sustains you; we talk about sustainability and responsibility, that should start with each and every one of us.
The history, culture and traditions of indigenous people intrigue me. Morocco is perhaps one of the most intriguing; still shrouded in mystery, misconception and ancientness than an adventurous spirit simply cannot ignore.
Earlier this year, I was in the Sahara hiking in some of the most beautiful and interesting locations. One of my great interests is the artefacts left behind by ancient civilisations. Petroglyphs or rock art are fascinating and Morocco has its fair share of these wonders.