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Making a Difference in Tunisia – Part One

Tunisian Volunteer Group

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This past weekend I joined twenty eight Tunisian friends from the country’s north to bring food, clothing and medical supplies to a village in the south whose main source of income – tourism – has almost completely disappeared following the Jasmine Revolution.

Overnight in the Sahara Desert

For many of the participants this was their first time experiencing the desert life and hospitality of southern Tunisia.  For me the opportunity to travel with locals made the experience more enriching because I participated in Tunisian culture with them.  I also enjoyed watching my new friends discover their own country and the peoples from southern regions that make up the Tunisian mosaic.

We departed Sousse, Tunisia’s third-largest city, at 9:30 am for a six-hour drive to El Sabria at the edge of the Sahara Desert.  The jaouw (Tunisian word for ambiance or vibe) that would become the signature of this trip started when a musician in the back of the bus began playing the drums. Dancing in the bus soon followed.

Dancing on the coach

Selecting lamb for lunch

Two hours later we passed through a town lined with barbecue grills and roadside restaurants so we stopped for lunch. The aroma of meshwe (barbecue) and spices filled the air. We selected our portions of lamb and soon bowls of grilled meat, salad, harissa and olive oil filled our tables – the first of several delicious meals I would share with my new friends.

We continued to the village of El Faouar, on the edge of the Sahara Desert, to drop off supplies and medicines at a newly-formed association that distributes goods to surrounding communities on Fridays (see part 2) before continuing to meet local guides at El Sabria.  After several minutes of warm greetings and photos, the men from the village loaded our bags, equipment, and some members of our group onto camels for the hour-and-a-half trek to our campsite in the dunes.  I chose to run up and down the dunes on my own.

Sunset hike to the campsite

Because we arrived at our campsite at dusk our guides quickly put up the tents, built the fires, and started making flat bread in coals on the sand. We then shared another delicious meal and washed it down with more tea cooked over the fire.

Then came another round of singing and dancing until after midnight.  Did I mention Tunisians love music? With big smiles the local guides drummed traditional rhythms on the darbuka and bendir and weaved songs that seemed to flow like the sand of the desert surrounding us.  All of this took place under an incredible canopy of stars.

Singing and dancing at campfire

Playing the Bendir

Friendships formed too.  I talked with a graduate student, Marwan, at the campfire about his background growing up in various countries around the Middle East.  He shared with me his concerns about the way forward for the Arab world and his desires for its people to emerge from the oppressive regimes with dignity and new freedoms.  He said we all share much in common no matter how our political ideologies may separate our countries. Amazing times in this part of the world!

Overall, this experience reminded me that the most valuable aspect of a destination is its people.  Engaging another culture through relationships with locals offers life-changing rewards most visitors never experience. Truly benefiting from what a region has to offer takes time and more often than not requires listening to others.  If you are in a hurry you will probably miss the best part.

Preparing to hike with men from a Sahara village

Afternoon in Toujane

After leaving the Sahara, we traveled two hours north to the village of Toujane,  located in a region known for its indigenous culture.  Some villages in the areas still speak the Tamazight language (Berber) in addition to Arabic.  Toujane has no running water and the remaining residents still draw water from a spring located over a kilometer away.  Typically tourists pass through on their way to Tatouine further south, however, few are coming these days.  Tourism in the south is only 20-30% of last year, and this is the high season for the region.  In addition, a severe drought in the south has crippled agriculture and driven away bees for honey production.  We stopped for a homemade couscous lunch prepared by village families for us, and to collect their Kilim carpets to resell in Sousse.  I think this leg of the trip made us all realize that real needs exist here in Tunisia and that it is possible to help with a little creativity and initiative.

Village of Toujane

Following some delicious rosemary tea in Toujane we loaded the bus to head home.  Everyone returned tired and sun-burned but completely satisfied from having helped communities in need with a small gesture through tourism.  Nearly the entire group slept for the first two hours of the five-hour bus ride back to Sousse.  Then someone in the back of the bus started playing the darbuka and we sang and danced in the aisle of the bus the rest of the way home.

Check out more photos from my adventure

Part Two: Tourism Making a Difference in Tunisia coming soon


Video: Jordanian Hospitality and Making Mansaf

I just found a great video on Jordanian hospitality and the tradition of mansaf, Jordan’s national dish.  It’s from a show called “Chef Abroad”, which aired on the Travel Channel.  Check it out and let me know what you think!


I Get To Eat With My Hands?

 

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Pouring boiling "jameed" onto a big plate of mansaf.

When you travel internationally, you get to throw off your own cultural trappings and experience life in a new way.  One of my favorites is eating with my hands.

Granted, in the States, there are certain things that are okay to eat with your hands.  Fried chicken, pizza, the sandwich.  But when it comes to something messy, utensils become required (…ok, maybe hot wings are an exception).

Enter “mansaf,” the national dish of Jordan.  I love mansaf.  And, there is only one way to eat it: with your hand (your right one, specifically).

Maybe it gives my masculinity a boost.  Four or five guys, standing around one huge plate of rice and meat and bones (yes, that’s a sheep skull you’re seeing).  Pull off chunks of flesh, scoop up some rice and the yoghurt-like “jameed”, and squeeze the mixture into balls of goodness.

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Sculpting a beautiful mansaf ball (right hand only please).

There’s nothing like it.  Hands down, it’s my favorite food in Jordan.  And to top it off, you get to lick your fingers when it’s all done.  That’s right.  And it’s the polite thing to do.

What do you like about eating in other countries?


Olive Harvest in Jordan!

Harvesting olives.

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The olive harvest has begun in Jordan.  We had a nice rain yesterday and the farmers are saying it was just what they needed.  Usually mid November marks the first days of picking olives but the recent rain and above average summer temperatures are causing an early harvest.

It was my day off today so I decided to get out of the city and take a short road trip to Pella, another ancient city of the Decapolis, which is between Ajloun and Um Qais.

On a map Pella is just north of the city of Ajloun and an impressive castle, Qala’at ar-Rabad, built by one of Saladin’s’ generals in 1184-88 AD.  I took the road towards the castle thinking I could drive directly past it and head towards Pella.  However, I quickly learned that the road dead-ends.  Instead of turning around I decided to turn onto a little dirt road at the entrance to the castle.

The road lead down to the base of the mountain the castle was built on and wove back and forth through olive groves.  Throughout the drive, the castle remained perched above me in the distance.  I stopped to take some pictures and talk to some men harvesting the olives.  One man, who greeted me with the old authentic Bedouin greeting, showed me the ripeness of the olives by squeezing one.  The oil dripped as if it was directly out of a bottle.

Enjoying his day working.

I was amazed to see the size of some of the trees.  The large olive trees in Jordan are called “Roman” olive trees, many easily dating back to Roman times and in this case at least dating back to the creation of this Islamic military castle.  As you can see in the picture below, some of the trunks are the size of oak trees in America.  It is hard to believe the trees have persevered through a thousand years of weather, disease and people.

I loved the idea that I was experiencing a part of the castle’s history that many tourist have never experienced.  The trip also made me look forward to next year’s harvest and planning a farm visit to work along side friends in the olive groves.

'Roman' olive tree below the castle.