After having written
the blog under the Argan tree on Tuesday, an old chap came and sat
with us admiring all our wealth; computer, camera's, motorbike, etc.
All he really wanted was my sun glasses and apart from that, made
pleasant conversation in Berber about what we could only guess at! As
he talked, Krysia took the opportunity to boldly sketch him. He
didn't seem to mind and giggled at the developing drawing, thinking
it looked more like me than him. Do I look like that? I think not,
drawing seems to be less intrusive than photo's as we are finding
out, although he didn't mind a general snap but a full face portrait
he was not so keen on.
The issue of taking photographs is an ongoing
one. In Tamanar souk, I took 'secret' shots and then was called to
take group photo's by the locals, who posed proudly. I think the
rules are the same anywhere, ask first or take the consequences of
offending the subject. As I found out yesterday at the port while
shooting the fisherman at work. One chap got quite heated, we're not
sure why, none of this 'taking my soul away' stuff we are sure and
there are many tourists coming here and taking pictures of the port.
Other locals just said 'take no notice' but it did leave me with that
' whoops, I've just upset a local ' feeling. All the while, Krysia
was sketching the scene and held up her drawing pad as if to say '
you can't tell me not to draw '. That's a bit like saying, you
shouldn't look ! So she continues to sketch and I shall post the
results when she's happy they're presentable.
Back at the Argan tree,
the old fellow suddenly shouts at a passing lorry and runs off to get
a lift! Gone as quick as he came and I still have my sunglasses.
Krysia by now, has also accumulated a lot of photo's of the farmers
working in the fields, at a distance needless to say and without
appearing to have offended anyone! You take your chances whenever you
point your camera, people are either light or heavy!!!
We finish Tuesday with
a long walk south of Imessoune, along a beach only accessible by a
rough track hewn by locals for the pleasure of being there.
Wednesday is fish day!
And the days dinner was Mirn ??? A delicious fish that cost us 40
dirhams and we were assured would be lovely, which it was. Cooked on
a barby in the sun.
Oh yes, and to contrast
the unhappy fisherman, moments later, we were invited into a local
shop for just some mint tea and some warmth. No selling, just smiles
and hospitality. ' Hamid ' has the opinion that far to many people
have ' blah, blah, blah ' to say about little things, I think he's
right!!!
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