Shalateen mysterious place
To share experiences is one of my aims in this period. I have been very unsteady with my blog in the last years. Months of silence and then some ‘nervous’ activity and then silence again.
This is a moment of ‘nervous’ activity. Why? I don’t really know, maybe because a lot of things are happening, life is changing new projects coming up and the blog helps me to keep track of what I am doing.
Shalateen, mysterious place is the title I gave to this post. If you look the place up it is a tiny dot on the map, Egypt almost 350 km south of Marsa Alam near to the Sudanese border.
a little Beduin village, maybe not that little at the end there is a quite big camel market and a bank and a little handcraft shop, lots of children, beautiful people, lots of goats and the 4 of us Lili, Piero, Dina, me plus Ibrahim giving a workshop on Makrame techniques in leather to the ladies of the village.
I know this photo does not look like work, it was shot on the day of our departure.
We taught but we also learned a lot, there is lots to learn from the ladies
They hold the strings with their beautifully designed feet, the henna designs they do is absolutely amazing
this is my hand, I could not stop looking at it,
we worked a lot, 9 days without break with classes of 14 to 19 ladies. It was tough but also wonderful and enormously enriching.
the classrooms were simple but we had everything we needed and the outcomes were quite good for all of us
the very particular goat leather the ladies prepare was surprising for us and the results with the Makrame very interesting
Piero our photographer was of immense help, but not always welcome by the ladies
and then there was Ibrahim our guide, without him nothing would have been possible.
Here I got him together with Piero, while the ladies were working Ibrahim and Piero went to the market to smoke Shisha, eat wonderful falafel and other goodies from the area, especially the incredible coffee they make. But these activities have not been documented- unfortunately
That was a wonderful vicarious trip with you! I can taste the coffee now.