Ghardaïa, the towering pentopolis of the desert

Ghardaïa, the towering pentopolis of the desert

Next, I headed north toward Ghardaïa. Although the desert further south intrigues me quite a bit, the vast distances involved and other practical challenges call for a separate trip. Ghardaïa is the commonly used name for this place founded in the 11th century, although it's actually only a constituent part of 5 different villages that form this city built around the M'zab valley. The other 4 are; Melika, Beni Isguen, Bou Noura and El Atteuf. Its inhabitants are their own community not only ethnically, but also religiously. The Mozabite people primarily living here are a Berber ethnic group, with their own Berber language and practicing the Ibadi form of Islam, separate from the Sunni and Shi'a branches. As I've heard elsewhere, they're known as traders and tend not to intermarry much with other ethnic groups, much like other groups in the area that kept their distinctive character throughout the centuries.

The religious norms are even a bit more conservative than usual. Outside the house, women dress in completely white sheets that cover their head, then hold the two sides of the sheet together near their nose, so that only a small triangle in the centre or over one eye is open. While you do see women showing their whole face once in a while, these are usually teenage girls or possibly from a different ethnic group. As you can imagine, they're not terribly keen on taking photographs and when I did ask to take a photo up close, I was politely, but firmly denied permission. Out of respect, photos of people will be only from quite far away and/or in the back, or with their explicit permission.

A variation of Shakshouka without the eggs. On the right a legacy of the French, almost universally good baguettes in unlimited quantities with every meal.
While this one was filled with Shakshouka, you can also get it in Camembert form.
The riverbed is dry most of the time, although these areas with ephemeral rainfall are prone to flash-flooding. They also have an intricate system to collect the water and deep wells.
Ghardaïa village and its main minaret in the centre.
The main market square (souk) of Ghardaïa.
Palm trunk roofing with gaps for lighting and ventilation.
The riverbed also functions as a market and a road during dry times.
On the way back from school.
There's not much question who their real mother is.
Another practical use of the riverbed. Football is the main pastime here.
Issa Mahdi Abu Atmleshet cemetery in the Melika ksar.
A proud kitten and its prey.
I was politely reminded that my knee-length short trousers were a bit too short for the ksar, so I decided to do as (some of) the locals do.
An entrance to the main mosque in the Beni Isguen ksar.
A look towards the ksar Tafilet in the background, newly built in the 1990s which won some awards for its eco-friendly yet traditionally inspired and climate-adapted design..
Ksar Melika as seen from Beni Isguen.
Our erudite guide through Beni Isguen, dressed as many traditional Mozabites.
Liver and chickpea soup on top of which I added a bit of harissa later on.
The next morning I was off to Bou Saada via Djelfa, bunched up in our taxi collectif, with an audiobook in ear to shorten the time.
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