Friday, 30 October 2026

Timimoun

 Timimoun 

There was a hot air balloon and kite festival so the town was crowded. 

We had got up early to see the balloons take off but they had got up even earlier...
...and there were two small smudges in the sky that could be seen with the naked eye but my camera didn't record them.
You can't visit teh desert without taking a photo of a camel, two young lads riding home after seeing the balloons take off. 
The fougara water system was explained. A source high up in the mountains is found and tunnels with a gentle gradient built to transfer water from the source to the village and fields. There are wells along the route of the tunnels as seen in the photo for access to remove dirt during excavation and for access to remove blockages of cave-ins.

The oasis, village and in the centre, the abandoned ksar, the former fortified village before the danger of bandits and raids by other villlages receded and people moved into the oasis to be nearer their fields and palms.

                                      

A close up of the ksar.

One of our drivers on a slab of rock sticking out over a steep slope.


Some desert vegetation.
More palm trees.
The distribution system at the end of the tunnels in the village
Our drivers always took a chance to have some fun in the 4x4s doing what they were designed for.
The fortified central warehouse where dates and valueables were stored... 
...and a side view.

It was a kite festival and the children in the village had kites...
which they were only too happy to show off in flight...

...and another photo of the same kite.
Then we had some 4x4 fun in the dunes, racing up and down slopes, skidding from side to side, cresting a ridge at speed not knowing what was on the other side, although of course the drivers knew the area well. 
One of our vehicles...
...we had a chance for a walk about to take photos.
And back at the festival site, it was take off time. There had been insufficient wind earlier but it had picked up and kite owners were sending their kites up.
Three of the many kites that were to follow...
...another colourful kite.
That afternoon we walked into the main centre, carefully avoiding things that we would see tomorrow morning. We passed the original mub brick built fortress, whose outside walls were covereed in mud applied by hand. 
The city sign in the centre.

The outside of the governors residence. 

Thursday, 29 October 2026

The Road to Timimoum

 The Road to Timimoun

It was a long drive day, 624 kilometres from Ghardaia to Timimoun.

Views of the Sahara Desert...
...bleak and devoid of vegetation...
...sand dunes...
...or just sand.
The church at El Menia.
Inside the church.

The grave of Charles Foucauld. He was beautified in 2005 and canonized in 2022 after a second miracle was confirmed. 

We arrived in Timimoun at dusk and it was busy as there was both  hot air balloon festival and a kite festival. 

Wednesday, 28 October 2026

Ghardaia and the M'Zab Valley

 Ghardaia and the M'Zab Valley 

The main market in Ghardaia, which lent its name to the city and the province.

Another view of the market square. 

An alley way, purposefully curved to avoid becoming a wind tunnel during a sandstorm. 
A well with two palm trees, to capture split water, one established, the other a small palm ready to take over when the big palm dies or is blown over.
Another alleyway through what used to be one of the gates into the centre until the town expanded and a new encircling wall was built. 
A view of the minaret at the summit of the hill. 
A view of the covered market.
A minaret of another village to the right and a watch tower to the left. 
A desert fox, the size of a small dog but with oversized ears to hear the fainstest rustle of prey in the dark. 

Te entrance to Beni Isguen, the only hilltop village to retain its encircling wall in its entirity. 
The market square where at this time, there were no stalls but a public auction was taking place with the goods to be sold sitting on the floor and the auctioneer calling out prices and bids. He takes 10% of the selling price. 

This is the main street from the main gate and market to the mosque. To the right is a short passage with three doors to homes set back from the main thori=oughfare to maintain some sense of provacy from the noise of passing pedestrians. 



A detail of an ornate door.
A watch tower in the walls from the inside...
,,, a view of the same tower from outside of the walls. 
 
A view from the base of the tower to a neighbouring tower in the middle distance and another minaret on the horizon to the right. 


Monday, 26 October 2026

Touggourt across the Saharan Atlas

 Touggourt across the Saharan Atlas 

We set out from Timgad on a bright and sunny morning. We passed fields that has been ploughed and ready for grain to be planted and orchards with many of the rows of trees covered with white muslin cloth. There were green fields where there was irrigation, trees and low hills in the distance.

We some entered the foothills of the Saharan Atlas Mountains, an extension of the Atlas Mountains more assciated with Morocco. The Saharan Atlas sepaarte the coastal plains and plateaus from the Sahara.

After 40 minutes of driving we passed a sign telling us that we were at 1,550 metres and since Timgad is at 1,000 metres, we had already climbed 550 metres but the road continued upwards. There were fields in the bottom of the valley but the upper slopes were rough pasture and scrub, patches of rock and very few trees. The road hair pinned upwards, giving views back down the valley. We crossed a pass and the road descended.

Many of the smaller valleys had small earth dams with pipes leading to a small cistern or reservoir to provide water for irrigation. We turned along a valley bottom until the next turn that would take us up the Ghoufi Canyon. There were steep sides and the cliffs closed in on the road with little space for anything else.   

A view back down the canyon. The road turns a corner in the centre of the photo. 
There are two Roman inscriptions. The one being pointed at under the curved black bar is virtually illegible. The one to the right under the straight black bar commenorates the legion that built the road through the canyon. 
Just metres further up the canyon is the monument recalling the first shot fired at the outbreak of the Revolution (what locals call it, whilst we would refer to it as the War of Independence) on 1st November 1954. A bus that a politician was travelling on was stopped and he was shot dead.
After a coffee break we stopped at Ghoufi. It is where there has been a village for over 1,400 years. The river has carved out a deep canyon. There are 26 types of date palm growing in the bottom of the canyon. The water is often only knee deep but in 2024, a nine metre high flash flood cascaded down the canyon causing a lot of damage. Only one old lady and some goats still live there. 
It has some troglydyte houses built half way up the canyon's cliffs, the dark line running along the far cliff face in the middle of the photo. Algeria's second highest mountain is just behind the horizon.  
This is a fortified granary with sheer drops on three sides overlooking the canyon. Each family had a separate room to store their grain together with any valueables.

We stopped for a lunch of traditional wheat soup, chicken and fruit in Biskra. Biskra is considered to be the gateway to the Sahara. We left Biskra and headed for the desert. On the fringes of the town, the desert is being invaded by urban sprawl with new housing and factories being built with scrub desert vegetation between plots.

The desert is largely flat with a few low hills in the distance. There are a few scrub plants but little exceeding knee height. But there is water in places and where water seeps to the surface, it evaporates and leaves a white salty deposit. Entreprising farmers have levelled the surface with salt free soil and sand and planted date plantations on the salt free new soil to give them time for seeping water to help the palms to establish themselves as date palms are moderately tolerate of brackish water.

The sun set and the moon rose as we entered Touggourt, formerly a simple oasis town that has doubled in size in the last decade. Touggourt was te starting point of the first motorised crossing of the Sahara devised y the then Citreon owner.