sobota, 27. junij 2009

Morocco - desert (2)


When you enter the desert part of Morocco it might surprise you the quantity of villages and people leaving there. The truth is that the palmers that are below the villages are completely different that anything that surrounds them.



They are just so full of life, so green, so filled with the water that you can hardly imagine that you are actually in the middle of the desert. The land is separated into small field separated by very small path and canals of water. Each field belongs to one family and is very well taken care of mainly by women that think that camera takes their soul so it is very difficult to take a picture of their face.




Otherwise people live in every at least closely fertile land and more into the desert you go more traditional life they have. After entering Sahara desert…


People are working, searching for grass far, using mules or carrying it back on their backs…


But inner into the desert you go, closer to the camels…


The traditional way of life is getting more and more present. If I mentioned earlier that in the touristic cities girls don’t wear scarf any more or at least not all of them, here the way of life is totally different. Women are not only wearing scarf, they are completely covered with black clothes, normally in the men’s company but not necessarily since they are also seen working in the palmers. Although Moroccan culture is quite modern it still contains, especially in more remote places, the traditional and strict Muslim way of life in which, unfortunately, women are not allowed to do what they want and are still mainly dependent on men.



Morocco resulted once again as a complete contradictory country. On one way you can see girls from the cities not wearing scarf at all and the complete differences between men and women in more rural areas. It’s like the difference between day and night…



1 komentar:

elvo84 pravi ...

Hmmm. Fajn zgleda, definitivno se bom spokal tja enkrat, v to puščavo.
Se prav čuti feeling vročine iz fotk...
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