A Trek Through the Sahara
by Susan Davidson, www.familytravelforum.com

Tamerza, An Oasis in the Tunisian Desert

There's something about the desert -- monochromatic yet shadowed and seemingly endless. Patterns made in the sand by the oncoming sandstorm mesmerize me. Fortunately, Mohammed, the camel driver who leads the bizarre-looking beast I sit astride, is paying attention to where the one-humped camel is going.

Other than the clothes Mohammed and I are wearing nothing as far as I can see, in any direction, is machine-made. The camel's so-called saddle consists of two short planks of wood held together by strands of brightly-colored cotton - a far cry from the finely tanned leather I got used to when I rode horses. I see sand moving in what looks like waves below my stirruped feet. This is my dream that keeps repeating. This is how I remember a visit to the Sahara desert.

Stepping away from what I take for granted as normal turned out to be thought-provoking. How often I ask myself do I get off the carousel known as U.S. city living and think about something as seemingly simple but in reality as complex as a desert?

Traveling through Tunisia by bus made it possible to appreciate vast stretches of nothing but sand. With each roll of the wheels, the familiar (at least for me) receded. In the towns there is sophistication in architecture and religion derived from North African and Arabic tribesmen as well as French and Spanish colonizers. In the villages, life is in many ways quite primitive: Shops or stalls along the road and in markets that sell meat "advertise" their wares by hanging part of an animal's carcass such as a camel's head or a sheep's skin (often still bloody) from a high hook. Women carry sacks of grain on their heads, while children herd goats, donkeys pull carts camels graze alongside the road and men spend hours sitting in open air cafes sipping coffee or mint tea.

Connections to my world get more tenuous as I head south into the desert. Since I do not speak Arabic, French (which I do speak, badly) is the only way I can converse with the Tunisians. I can't call home because I can't get a telephone connection. There are no newspapers. Television in the hotels where I stay (unlike the homes with satellite dishes) does not work. Or, at best, offers only channels in Arabic which I do not speak. Is connectivity over-rated I ask myself? Have I landed on another planet?

As if to validify this notion, the bus driver stops at a small canyon near Chott El Jerid. That's where the Star Wars 1: the Phantom Menace scene with poor little R2 D2 being ambushed by the Jawas was shot. Further along the road, at Tatouine, in western Tunisia, are the "slave quarters," multi-storey caves (created by those Hollywood wizards who are so good at making fake look real) piled on top of one another. Staircases reach those at the highest (i.e. fourth) level. None of the caves has a door so it's all rather spooky, but that's the point.

Also en route, is the town of Douz, a sleepy place except on Thursdays, when the camel market is held. The buying and selling of camels is a colorful and pungent scene - camels tend to smell badly -- that attracts mainly locals. It is also the locale of the annual Douz festival, sometimes called the Sahara Festival, to be held from December 26 to 29, 2007. Some Tunisians think that as many as 50,000 of their countrymen, living in Tunisia and overseas, attend. The four-day event is also a time when tradition-bound Tunisian fathers look for suitable husbands for their daughters. Not yet a tourist attraction, which is surprising, the Festival, almost a century old, includes camel races, dancing, and shows of horsemanship, known as "fantasias." Everyone dresses in colorful native costumes.

By the time we pulled into Tamerza, I felt like a nomad, tired from the 350 mile journey southwest from Tunis to the northern end of the Sahara desert, near the Algerian border. Framed by the Atlas Mountains and filled with palm trees, Tamerza, population 2,000, gives a visitor the sense that it is miles if not decades away from being spoiled. Don't expect to find t-shirts (or anything else) with Tamerza on them. "Desert roses," crystallized gypsum, sometimes colored but prettier when left natural, are the souvenirs of choice.

Tamerza is an oasis - the word means "paradise" -- that can only be reached by car, preferably a four-wheel drive with a local driver/guide - they don't get lost in the desert or flustered by sandstorms. Even intrepid drivers should think twice before driving in the Tunisian desert which can be hazardous. Other drivers tend not to stop to help and there is no such thing as AAA.

The Tamerza Palace Hotel, where I stayed, looks out over a gorge on to what seems like a monochromatic maze. It is a Berber (non-Arab North Africans) village, a ksar, deserted since the floods of 1969, that is hauntingly beautiful, particularly at sunrise, sunset and when lit by the moon. Visitors who walk through the ruins get a sense of how tightly-knit (and claustrophobic) such a community must have been. Relatives still return to the site to pay their respects to those who lost their lives there.

Villages tend to grow around oases and water. Tamerza is just such a place. So are Chebika and Midès nearby. The claim to fame of this region, El Jerid - apart from its starring role as the location for the movie The English Patient - is its shiny red train with leather and velvet upholstery, built for the bey (king) of Tunisia in 1899. The Lézard Rouge (the Red Lizard) still runs through the Seldja gorge, a ride of 90 minutes, but years of drought have ruined what was once a beautiful waterfall along the route.

The remains of what was water, the salt lake Chott el-Jerid, not far from Tamerza, adds glitz to the desert. Not the kind you can buy, but the sparkle that results from sunlight hitting particles of salt that lie in lines across the sand. The colors - pinks, yellows, blues and greens -- bounce upwards from the crystals. Although guides advise sticking to the road since the sand is far from stabile, intrepid sports types have been known to take their sand yachts and skis (I'm not sure how, nor did I see anyone try it) across the Chott.

Sand and more sand. Back home in Washington, it takes two rounds of laundry to rid my clothing of it. After a few hours, I am doing the usual things: reading newspapers, watching BBC television news, making and receiving telephone calls, and catching up on e-mail. Connectivity has returned but in my mind I am still enjoying the desert.

Sidebar

For general information about Tunisia, the best contact in the U.S. is the Tunisian National Tourist Office, 1515 Massachusetts Avenue, NW, Washington, DC 20005; 202-466-2546; www.tourismtunisia.com

Getting to Tamerza
There is no easy way. By air, Tunis is best reached via Paris, Rome or Milan. From Tunis, there are flights on Tunisian Airlines, www.tunisair.com.tn to Tozeur, which is one hour by car from Tamerza.

Getting around locally
Group taxis are available but unreliable. For a car and driver, the Tunisian travel agency worth consulting is Atlantis Voyages, www.atlantisvoyages.com.

Where to stay
The Tamerza Palace Hotel is not the only game in town but, for Americans used to more comforts than most, this would be a wise choice. The rooms are charming and, in spite of a one inch-thick mattress, as is the custom in Tunisia, comfortable. 2212 Tamerza (Gouvernorat de Tozeur), Tunisia; from the U.S., 011 216 76 485 322 (ed. Pls. note: does not always work!); www.tamerza-palace.com , tamerza.palace@planet.tn

What to eat
Tunisian food, considered by some to be Med-rim with a kick, I would call ok, not great. The fish and fruit, however, are delicious, especially dates and oranges. Not for nothing did the Romans called Tunisia their fruit basket. On the menu, at nearly every meal, in nearly every restaurant or hotel, is Salade Tunisienne, which has the same ingredients as Salade Niçoise. Tunisians enjoy putting harissa, the hot red pepper condiment, on their food and they have no trouble downing a "brik," which is a deep fried egg or fish not a phonetic description of how it feels in the stomach. As for drinks, booze is hard to come by. Tunisia is predominantly Muslim and, therefore, dry; however, there is one beer, Celtia, and three local wines. Even the natives drink bottled water only. It is wise to follow their lead.