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         The most interesting 
    element
        of the day was traditional local housing which is subterranean. Our hotel was as well.
        This architectural style creates a some what surrealistic atmosphere as you bicycle
        through the area. There are miles and miles or eroded, knobby hills, with no apparent
        housing, but people wondering around, clearly not far from home.  On 
    some of the knobby hills you’ll see a car parked, or a television antenna, 
    or solar panel, alone sticking out of the hard sandstone earth. Look a 
    little harder and you see cave opening into the hills and not far away, 
    above them large "sink-holes" in the earth. The caves are actually entrances 
    into the housing complexes and the "sink holes" are the central court  yards. Into
        the side of the court yard a number of rooms are dug out for bedrooms, storage and small
        animals. Large animals (i.e. camels and donkeys) spend the night in the court yards. The most
        elaborate "villa-versions" of these domiciles can have several 
    interconnected courtyards and a multiple number of 
        additional rooms. Our hotel was one of these such warrens. It was in one 
    of the large houses, now converted to a hotel, that part of Star Wars was filmed. The Hotel Sidi Driss, 
    around the corner, was used for extensively for the interior shot of  Lars 
    family homestead.  After the filming the architecture was returned to 
    normal, but in 2002, the owners redecorated part of the hotel to look like 
    the Star Wars set --  presumably to attract Trekkies and other tourists.  
    The goal has at least been partially achieved because now a days a stream big busses 
    and SUV stop in front and spill out their loads.  A large numbers of tourist 
    are passing 
    through the hotel, but sightseeing seem to average less than five minutes and few stay 
    overnight so it 
    is difficult to identify a large economic benefit.  The volume probably 
    increase the sales a few soft drinks and curious, which are readily 
    available. 
         Coming 
        from Medenine it isn’t half bad either – or was only half bad. This 
        approach starts with an awful rocky road. [Ed. note: the road has since 
        been paved.]  After twenty or so kilometers the road was paved but 
        there was a monstrous hill to climb. Actually, the effort was more than 
        sufficiently rewarded. The views were great winding in and out of the 
        hills and along the ridge tops, and looking out over the flat lands from 
        where we had come. The pavement probably lasted for less than ten 
        kilometer before we were back on gravel. [Ed. note: this road too has 
        since been paved.]  But this was a much better surface than the 
        early road had been and it was much flatter than the hills of the 
        previous section. The last ten kilometers were again paved. It is 
        mountainous and beautiful country. [Ed. note: So it has now all been 
        paved, since this was originally written.] 
          Despite 
        the fact that I haven't figured out how to photograph it, we stop for snacks in 
        the somewhat picturesque and crumbling mountain 
        mountainside town of  Toujane. From 
        the number of houses in disrepair it doesn’t seem like the economy has 
        been healthy for a while. We learned that things are particularly bad 
        this year. Winter is the normal rainy season, but it has only rained 
        twice so far this year.  [Ed. note:  Other years 
        have had better rains and with the 
        paving of the road, at least the economy of the main street, based on 
        the number of curio shops, is much improved.  There are still many 
        castle-like houses that are abandoned and need of major repair.] While the majority of the kids were sweet, we got our first taste of "tourism
        culture" from a few kids, today. Children start to ask for money, sweets, pens and
        other things, and a few were bold enough to be verbally harassing, chase the bikes and
        even sent a couple of rocks skidding our direction. Ignoring the proverb of "one bad apple can
        spoil the barrel" we have to remind our self about all the kids who greet us and
        encourage us on. [Ed. note: These issues have disappeared or been 
        greatly diminished in recent years.] | Addendum 
    While, in the name of progress, they keep paving 
    my favorite dirt tracks around the country, there are still a 
     few left.  
    The one from Zammour to Matmata is a lot of people favorite ride of the 
    tour.  Comments include: "the cacophony of birds," "flash backs to New 
    Mexico," "riot of wildflowers; many varieties of yellow, purple and a 
    red-orange," "wonderful," "gorgeous," and "overall it is the most 
    consistently spectacular ride we've had so far."
  In this region it is advisable to start early 
    because there is not a lot of shade.  Even  the almost omnipresent olive 
    tree is rare on this route.  Don't pass up the opportunity to  rest when it presents itself. |