Showing posts with label Valley of Ourika. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valley of Ourika. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 June 2020

When We Travel Again - Ourika Valley

Beyond Marrakech is located in the middle of the Ourika Valley, tucked away behind pink walls and greenery. A small sign near the entrance reveals our presence but we like to keep things a little quiet. When we travel again we love to welcome our visitors by appointment.























Saturday, 17 December 2011

Our Christmas Tree

Underneath a bright sun and surrounded by the snow capped mountains of the High Atlas Mountains, we drew, we cut and we painted our very own Christmas tree.









And we made angels too!


Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Setti Fatma, Lady Fatima Of Ourika

Anyone who has been to the Ourika Valley will almost probably have visited or at least have seen the road signs for the village of Setti Fatma. Setti Fatma is where the road of Route d’Ourika ends. As the asphalt road turns into a sandy track a four-wheel drive vehicle will take you slightly further until nothing more than a small footpath takes you far into the High Atlas Mountains.

The end of Route d 'Ourika

Setti Fatma has numerous little outdoor restaurants along the river bank, a few souvenir shops, far too many parking attendants and more guides than visitors to lead the way to the famous waterfalls. Lesser known is the legend of Lady Fatima after which the small village has been named (Setti Fatma meaning Lady Fatima in Arabic).

The legend of Lady Fatima is a beautiful tale which took place about a thousand years ago. As a young girl she came from Egypt to Morocco and lived with a local family until she married at the age of twelve. She gave birth to two children who apparently predeceased her and are buried with her in her tomb.

The Koubba of Setti Fatma is vaguely visible between the trees

One day while gathering wood, Lady Fatima pushed a stick into the ground in search of water and miraculously it created a spring. This is supposedly the origin of the seven waterfalls in the Ourika Valley. The legend also tells of her miracle healing powers and how she cured marital and fertility problems. After her death people continued to bathe in the water from the waterfall and pray at her grave for a remedy for their problems.

Lady Fatima’s tomb lies in a small building high on the mountainside that overlooks the village. She is one of Morocco’s many holy mystic women and she still receives daily offerings from local women. Once a year a moussem is held in her name and it is the third most important moussem of Morocco.

A small bridge crosses the river to a small path which leads to the Koubba of Lady Fatima

The building where Lady Fatima is buried with her two daughters






Thursday, 3 November 2011

A Douar And Catching Beauty


November and yet every day we are blessed with a bright and warm autumn sun. Late in the afternoon, just an hour before the sun definitely disappears behind the giant mountain on our left, it shines upon an ancient dour (Berber village) we look upon from our side of the river. It is a magical moment as the douar bathes, enchantingly and serene in the last rays of sunlight.

I have taken countless shots in every season and from every possible angle to try and capture the glory of this particular moment but the results are far from satisfactory. This beauty won’t be caught easily but I’ll keep on trying.



No matter where you stay in Dar Zohra, every room has a view of the river, the mountains and the scenic douar.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

River Ourika

Below where the river passes our house locals have built dams of large rocks to slow down the river current. It creates little swimming pools in which the Berber children play and splash on hot summer days. 





Friday, 1 July 2011

Prunes Of Ourika

The cheerful singing of young man in a neighbouring orchard caught my attention this morning. In Ourika the prune harvesting has begun!





Once the trees in the valley have been harvested the full crates are collected by a truck that brings the fresh prunes to the markets in Marrakech.





Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Small Treasures Of Morocco

Outside our house there is the kingdom of Mother Nature. From left to right a spectacular view of the greenest mountains and the river that runs through the valley as its source of life. The only sounds being the twittering of birds in the morning and late afternoon (did you know that birds take a siesta?) and on a hot day like today the distant cheers of Berber children playing in the river. Our garden has fruit trees, rose bushes and fluffy rabbits hopping around, consequently eating everything we plant.

My little kingdom is inside the house. Take a look at some of the small treasures I've purchased in Morocco and that decorate our house.


Ceramic pot from Fez


Mysterious little object, origin unknown


Brass candle holder


Berber pottery


Ceramic vases from Safi


Oh, check out the Handira Boutique for some stunning new blankets I bought yesterday. When I found the large 1001 sparkler I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How lucky can a girl get!







Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Force Of Nature

Sometimes even driving home becomes an adventurous expedition! Yesterday we had to cross this flood covered road by car to reach our house.

 

Saturday, 23 April 2011

Berber Life

What better way to de-stress than a steep walk into the Atlas Mountains! And so we did, on a bright Sunday morning we set of with a dear Italian friend and his guests to enter the world of the Amazigh Berber people.

A Berber girl with her goats
From Dar Zohra, across the river, it takes a mere fifteen minutes to arrive into the silence and after thirty minutes all worldly sounds have vanished until all you hear are the whistling birds and the sound of sand grinding underneath the sole of your shoe. An hour later I had forgotten all my worries about the upcoming opening of the guesthouse and I felt wonderfully liberated from my endless flow of thoughts!

The Douar

Our goal was a distant douar (Berber village), pressed high against the back of a mountain and only accessible by foot. The village is still self sufficient but electricity will soon be transmitted to this rural community.

Entrance to the village

Narrow alley in the village

A welcome at the house of Lahcen

Zohra enjoying a cool breeze

Lunch!

The kitchen where our lunch was cooked

Also the kitchen

Entrance of the house of Lahcen

The room where the family eats and sleeps

Beautiful rug, typical for this region

A weaving loom