Inshallah

Finito.

At Casablanca airport waiting to board for a 'comfortable' night flight in economy class to Rome via Frankfurt, no power is left for stock-taking. Tomorrow maybe.

Departure was celebrated by a walk on avenue Hassan II and by an authentic Moroccan pizza cooked in feu de bois. Yes, I know: silly Italians going for pizza in north-Africa. But try 8 days of tajine and couscous and anything short of Pizza Hut would do.

At the end, a great trip. Marrakesh will see me soon again, inshallah.

Last Moroccan lunch

Maybe

Last day

Free day in Marrakesh and Ourika valley.

After a walk on a not-extremely reassuring bridge, Moroccan-way green tea at a Berber home is in order.

The strenuous resistance to the sale of all sort of stuff could not survive the sundown walk through the Marrakesh Suq. Wonder if Lufthansa will let me onboard.

Perhaps we should just have stayed a bit longer lying in the sun on the side of the swimming pool. Life can be tough.

Gorgeous restaurant for dinner, with excellent food, dancers and trendy club à l'etage. We left the Pacha for another time.

By the way, we also ate some stuff from the stand of an old man in Jamâ el-fna. Message to my friends: was great too meet you ;)

The last day starts. Back to Europe tonight but a doubt still stays: is that the real colour of the bergamots or have we been fooled during the whole trip?

Marrakesh

Marrakesh day today. Never-ending bus ride and NYE party left us quite exhausted but the visit to the medina was well worth the effort.

Jemâ el-Fna and its colours, perfumes, sounds and people left us dizzy and amazed - not quite like the local beer.

Got my name tattooed in Arabic on my arm, got enough Argan oil to prevent wrinkles for a few more years, got something also for my friends with back problems - you know who you are.

Also learned - from our endless source of local information - that a sure way to tell an Arab from a Berber is by their nose.

Happy new year

Buon 2011 da Marrakesh!

Moroccan crossing

Beautiful day-long visit of Fez medina left us amazed, loaded of local products and exhausted. I'm still the best subject of jokes about getting lost but now everyone knows me. Also after my Moroccan outfit, which may be made public at some point.

Never-ending ride from Fez to Marrakesh today.

Going across the mid-Atlas, pit stop at the Moroccan Swiss city of Ifrane, posh ski resort, when Allah sends snow; then lunch at Khenifra, allegedly the city with the most beautiful women in Morocco (none was around to check).

Chakib took the occasion to explain that the frontier police uses monkey squads against drug smuggling. Didn't say if they wear the fez hat while on duty.

He also explained that baby girls get earrings at the beginning of their... career. We're still a bit wondering.

Asked whether, after Tunisia took Craxi in the 90s, Morocco would be willing to take some other Italian prime minister, Chakib politely declined, thanking us with the typical Moroccan gesture of the "umbrella".

For the rest of the ride, the possibility was explored for a tour member to seduce the tour leader via the use of pistaches.

New year's eve dinner in Marrakesh tonight.

Yalla yalla

20 hours trip with aborted landing as if playing 'Air Control', here starts the new African adventure, close-by. Welcome to Casablanca.

The start is immediately blessed by good luck, in the form of a half kilo post-christmas-dinner bird poop.

Afterwards, meet Chakib, our local guide. Non-stop talking while taking us from a place to another, telling old jokes and incredible stories about his country, where cities have at least 1 million extra inhabitants than official figures and where Islam empowers women and teaches sex education.

There must be something with African guides and their making up stories, remembering Isack 'o pallonaro.

But he came to rescue me after I got lost in the middle of the Fez medina, the highlight of the day - the rescue action as much ad the medina itself.

To be continued...

Flying stories - Golden Autumn

Some days you can't take it, some days they are just fine. Your co-passengers, that is.

This Autumn flight home was a lucky one (well, besides the delayed train, the neverending queues, the final run to gate 59 etc. etc.).

Today, as a starter, I got 5 very nice Leuveneses (Lovanienses?) who took care of me to make sure we jumped the queue at the security check all together. They also tried to delay the plane so that I would miss my connection and stay in Milan with them to go to the Opera all together. We all made it to the plane eventually, so it looked like a very good start.

After a bit of humans-watching directed to a lovely pair cool daddy-cool boy, ended up with sweet 60+ old elegant couple interested in knowing Brussels stories ("how do they see us Italians in Brussels?" Ahem... next question, please?) and taking care of each other like they just fell in love.

Me, I was just showing off, by pretending to be able to read in sequence: a book in Spanish, the Economist, a Telecom report in French

Flying stories - part 1

Flying home is always en enriching experience.

Now, besides observing the different kinds of people flying to Milan, Rome or Naples (omg), there's a lot of learning about the world.

For example, landing in Linate today was like landing in a parallel universe. It was not the Linate I'd known for years. Where were all my shops? Where was the big café? I did not even have to re-do the security checks when on transit. Did I get stuck in some kind of Abre los ojos situation?

One thing is certain though: even in this parallel universe, there are parents not missing a single hand waving of their offsprings, jumping at the minimal suspicion of a potential wish on the verge of being formulated. Usually they are sitting next to you.

More on Broadband

While summer is approaching in Tanzania, wintertime dicsussions take place in the northern emisphere. One of my favourite: broadband.

Everyone around the world wants a broadband plan and, for once, the US is looking at what we are doing on the other side of the Atlantic. In fact, we are not doing that bad and we have had a couple of good ideas that may be copied elsewhere.

One of them is open access obligations on dominant network operators. Even (some) Americans telecom experts now think it's a pretty good idea.
Another one, and I am a little proud of it, is giving guidelines on how to publicly fund broadband networks (having given a hand with it).

The difficulty being how to accelerate fibre rollout without creating new digital divides, how to pour public funds in the economy without replacing private investments, how to leave market forces free without recreating old monopolistic bottlenecks. We think we have found some good balance, regulators and telcos will have to do the rest.

But for us (day-to-day case handlers) the funniest point of the part on the EU Guidelines in the Harvard report (pdf) is the reference to the fundamental experience with Holland and Sweden which became the basis for the document. In fact, the Dutch project was quite peculiar to become an widespread example, and as of today represents an exception rather than the rule. As for Sweden, we are still wondering what is the example the contributors had in mind.

In fact, the Guidelines were born out of the experience with dozens of "low profile" cases from different regions and countries eager to bridge their local digital divides and a few "high profile" (i.e. contentious) ones. Anyways, glad to see that some US regulators may be finally take a look at a good piece of EU legislation.

Broadband in Africa

Before resuming the Tanzanian stories - or changing subject even - a digression.

Broadband connection in Tanzania wasn't great, no surprises there. A (rather slow) Internet access was available at the hotel in Arusha, some sort of Internet café (without coffee) with 90s style computers in Nungwi (Zanzibar) and a slightly better business point in the hotel in Dar Es Salaam.

But locals (source: Isack the driver-guide) had hopes: some optical fibre cable had reached East Africa (Mombasa) and soon would Internet traffic be routed faster.

Come back to Europe and suddenly broadband in Africa is a debated topic.

For example, courtesy of a colleague, I learnt that in Africa, instead of broadband, one can use a pigeon carrying a USB to transfer data:

Broadband promised to unite the world with super-fast data delivery - but in South Africa it seems the web is still no faster than a humble pigeon. BBC News

Few days later, the web is full of reports on fibre optic in East Africa (Isack's info was correct).

BBC here, talking about the economics of Broadband take up. Prof. Juma talking about it at the Berkman Center in Harvard.

Pondering: maybe my next broadband project could be for Africa.

Stories from Tanzania

Visited a village in Tanzania, of the Sonjo tribe, an ethnic group rival of the Maasais. Less touristic and more authentic, we were told and so it was.

4.000 inhabitants, of whom more than 2.000 children. No water, no electricity, only a lot of dust. Their huts were not so different from the ones above, although, strictly speaking those are Maasai. Guided by the deputy-head of the village, English speaking, we walked around and visited a "house", while a few hundreds of those 2.000 children were asking for pens, pencils, scarfs, t-shirts or anything you'd be willing to give away.

Not an experience you expect to do while on holidays, awaking a sense of solidarity and powerlessness. Or of guilt.

But the highlight of the visit was the chat with the deputy-head showing us around: how is the head of the village being chosen?
"Well, I think it's like in Italy: the richest man becomes the Head"

Priceless answer. And speechless Italian tourists.

P.S. The richest man of the village had 200 cows

People from Tanzania

First of all, in Africa, take it easy, no problem, hakuna matata. And here the main Italian representative of the attitude ;) who's also going to contribute to the blog.

One of the first Maasais we met on the road. They didn't like to be taken on pictures - unless accompanied by a "tip".

After a couple of National Parks and a few hundred km on unpaved road, splashing tons of dust on unwilling Maasais passing by, we stopped to visit a school. Primary school teaching is in Swahili, while in secondary school courses are in English.

Remember the tourist waking up early and starting to run? One day it was for the purpose of accompanying the Hadzapi to go hunting. Read it again: me and my friends waking up early and running for 2 hours after hunters chasing animals with bow and arrows (caught a couple of birds).

We met the children afterwards.

Here, special photo for some French colleague of mine who has a special passion for the Maasai tribe (D., there are 122 tribes in TZ, not only them ;)

One of them even accepted to dance with our driver guide, the mytical Isack. Of course after tip of 1 USD.

"In Africa, you're never alone", said Ali the cook of the expedition (allegedly quoting a slogan from the Liverpool football team). In any case, if a truck gets stuck in the middle of nowhere, you got to help out.

In Zanzibar, on a little boat called Hakuna Matata, heading to some atol, we could not forget the days in the bush and the animals we saw :)

And finally... GAME!

An African story everybody knows says:

Every morning in the bush, a gazelle wakes up: she knows she'll have to run faster than a lion or she'll be eaten up. Every morning in the bush, a lion wakes up: he knows he'll have to run faster than a gazelle or he'll starve. Every morning in the bush, a tourist wakes up: she knows she'll have to run faster to get to the jeep early and see the lion chasing the gazelle.

The moral of the story: it doesn't matter whether you are a lion, a gazelle or a tourist. Get some sleep before going to the bush!!!

Hippos, for example don't get enough sleep...



This giraffe here was very curious about us...



Here, the "beauty of the bush", the warthog, aka il facocero, aka Pumba!



And here, wildebeests. They love travelling through Tanzania. We learned everything about their yearly migration.



The Ngorongoro but especially the Serengeti (Swahili for "land of endless plains" - stated Isack) were full of zebras and especially of gazelles and antilopes of all kinds: impalas, Thomson gazelles, Grant gazelles, clipspringers, dik-diks, hartebeests, waterbucks (FYI: yes, now we are able to identify each type!)



A couple of elephants visited our camp in the Ngorongoro and drank our water but spared our tents... Here, a couple of more "peaceful" ones who preferred to stay inside the crater instead of walking up to us, 2.400 mt above sea level.



In South Africa I did not see so many lions as in Tanzania. Of course I 've got a full reportage about them but I'll spare you from seeing ALL the pics and post only a couple of them ;)

Here, lions from the Ngorongoro Crater...



...and here a beautiful one from the Serengeti, who left all impalas and Thomson gazelles to come all the way to our jeeps to greet us, have a drink and a pee (of course all this has been duly documented)



Zebras: beautiful and elegant (forza Juve, btw)



Next episodes, people from Tanzania and stories from our Moleskine notebooks.

First stories and pics from Tanzania

Jambo everyone!

Mambooooo! (please, say "poa"). Habari? Nzuri!

I guess everyone now is busy working on pictures from Tanzania. It's going to take forever but I'll give you here a taste of what we've done.

Above is how we started, enthusiastic, full of energy, all clothes were still clean and in order, our Moleskine notebooks were still to be filled in with memorable events and statements, there was no dust in our hair and under the nails, grocery shopping had just been done, drivers and cook (right side of the photo) were all ready to go. Twende (andiamo)!

Very soon, we would ride for over 1.500 km on unpaved roads with our 4WD (above), eat dust ("dust is adventure", say our driver-guide Isack il Pallonaro), learning Swahili curse words, eating soup and ugali, waving at Tanzanian children, shooting pictures like there's no tomorrow (see below).

Of course, we would also enjoy so much sleeping in a tent, with all kinds of wather conditions, dry and humid, warm and with 5 degrees outside ("mist is adventure" say Isack), not scared by the wind threatening to blow everything away.



Above, our second day in Ngorongoro, after the visit of elephants and wild boars to our camp, a freezing night accompanied by the verse of hyenas, and a song contest among Swedes, Italians and Tanzanians. Inspired by the safari, the Italian proposal was "Ci son due coccodrilli ed un orangutan..."

Tomorrow, pictures of the animals, at last!

Leaving Zanzibar

Not the best way of doing blogs (posting just at the beginning and at the end of the trip), but you know what people say: no hurry in Africa (Tin Tin) or Pole pole (piano piano) and of course Hakuna Matata. Besides, broadband Internet is not exceptional (ahem, professional deviation...).

So few pearls, just for the record.

Safari was great, spotted 4 of the big five, rhino is missing but I had plenty of them in South Africa, so I was just happy to have seen many lions and a few leopards on the branch of a tree ("a quattro di bastoni" come dicono i miei compagni di viaggio romani).

Camping was tough, instead. The Lobo camp in the Serengeti was the top (weird latrines, no showers, nothing around, in the middle of nowhere: 30$ per person...). But at the end, not only did we survive but had become perfect tent assemblers!

Some highlights: driving by a few lions, falling in the creek while coming back from the Natron waterfalls, eating goat cooked by a Maasai, singing "Ci son 2 coccodrilli e un orangutan" to a Swedish/Tanzanian crowd, visiting a school with 500 beautiful children, a road accident with a cow, our driver guide Isack (aka "il Pallonaro" due to the biiiig stories he was able to invent - next post: the story of the cook of the Lobo camp and the revenge of the baboon).

Then, of course, Zanzibar: the whitest sand, the most tourquoise see, giant turtles, the jambo jambo cocktail. And the beach boys, all speaking Italian and trying to drag you into an excursion to some atoll or a restaurant. By the way, we've learned a little Swahili on the way :)

More in the next posts, almost time to leave now. Tomorrow 24 hours stop-over in Cairo, then Rome, then home.

Live in Arusha

Sleepless night, landing in Kenia at 4 a.m., entering Tanzania around 9.
6 hours in a Chinese bus on unpaved roads, everywhere desert, dust and poverty.
But also colourful clothes and people dressed up for Sunday mass.

It's cold and grey (and I am not in Brussels) and my 15 travel mates seem ok. Today it's still comfortable, in a hotel in a city. Tomorrow we go for the real thing.

Next report when back to civilisation.

Pranzo di Ferragosto.
"Chicken or beef?" Courtesy of Egyptair, il Ferragosto 2009 e' piuttosto alternativo.

Tanzania, here we come

Getting ready: essentials

15 kg backpack, a pack of breakfast cookies, a 18-200 zoom, Jennifer Gartner style haircut (no need to wash for a week, I am told). Some people say it's more Monica Bellucci. I don't mind.

A good start

Our plane takes off tomorrow afternoon to Nairobi, via Cairo.

The trip started tonight, with a nightride in Rome, alongside the Colosseum, Fori Imperiali, Aventino hill... Well, you know what I mean.

Style matters

Being a group of Italians, the first conversation was a mutual apology: sorry guys if I have to use the same few T-shirts in the next two weeks.

Who knows when I'll be able to post an update...