Donde conociste a Aurelio Buenperro? Where did you meet Aurelio Buenperro?

Querid@s amig@s de Aurelio Buenperro,

Queremos tener un registro de todos aquellos lugares por donde Aurelio ha recorrido a lo largo de su vida.  TU nos puedes ayudar escribiéndonos una pequeña historia de donde y como lo conociste (y en cuantas partes del mundo te lo encontraste)!  Posiblemente será galardonado con el record de Guinness….

Lo único que pedimos es que comiences tu relato con “Yo conocí a Aurelio Buenperro en …”.

Tu comentario lo puedes escribir en Facebook, en la página web (www.mananamechanto.com), o mandándole un mail directamente a Don Aurelio (aureliobuenperro@gmail.com).  Si quieres incluir una foto, bienvenida será.

Esperamos tener respuestas de montones de países, ciudades, pueblos, y lugares.

Agradecimientos de antemano; saludos, abrazos, y besos

“Mañana me Chanto”


Dear friends of Aurelio Buenperro,

We want to compile a list of all the places that Aurelio has traveled to in his life.  YOU can help us by writing a little anecdote explaining where and how you met him (and in how many different places of the world you have run into him)!  Aurelio could possibly appear in the Guinness book of World Records….

The only thing that we ask of you is that you begin your account with the following:  “Yo conocí a Aurelio Buenperro en …” (I met Aurelio Buenperro in …).  The rest can be written in English.

You can write to us on Facebook, via our webpage (www.mananamechanto.com), or by sending a mail directly to Don Aurelio (aureliobuenperro@gmail.com).  You are welcome to include a photo if you’d like.

We hope to receive responses from many different countries, cities, towns, and places.

Thank you very much in advance; salutations, hugs, and kisses

volaito... jijiji...
volaito... jijiji...

VI: SIDI IFNI, TIERRA PROMETIDA

La costa colorada de Ifni

Sidi Ifni, la tierra prometida chanto! El 18 de enero por la noche llegamos a Ifni y fuimos directo al Café Lanzarote, donde pensamos que estaría su dueño Hassan, nuestro viejo amigo. Cuando entramos vimos nuestras fotos en la pared bajo el cartel de “Bienvenidos”, que habían puesto hace 4 años cuando estuvimos la otra vez.

Los Chantos tambien fueron jovenes alguna vez....
Los Chantos tambien fueron jovenes alguna vez....

Preguntamos por Hassan, pero ya no era más el dueño así que nos fuimos a buscar a Bader, otro amigo.

Abajo de su casa habían puesto un Café, preguntamos por él y no estaba. Así que lo esperamos tomando un café. Llegó y estuvimos un rato con él en su casa tomando té y conversando.

La idea era alquilar una casa grande donde pudiéramos vivir cómodos y trabajar en el nuevo disco. Así que empezó la búsqueda, le preguntamos a todo el mundo. La primera noche intentamos acampar fuera de Ifni camino a Guelmin, pero cuando estábamos armando todo, llegó la policía y por nuestra propia seguridad nos echó. Así que volvimos a Ifni, algunos dormían en casa de Bader y otros acampaban en la playa.

Como pasó la noche Andrex
Como pasó la noche Andrex

Al otro día en una Jam Session en el Café Lanzarote apareció Ahmed, un antiguo amigo de Marco (se vieron solo 1 día hace 20 años en Ifni), él nos invitó a su casa y algunos fueron y otro siguieron en la playa.

Al día siguiente, llovió así que nos fuimos todos a la casa de Ahmed. Mientras tanto seguía la búsqueda de “La Villa Chanto”. Llegó Titi, la hermana de Victoria.

Nos quedamos dos días, fue el cumple años del Niño (Damien) y lo festejamos junto con el de Victoria que no hicimos nada por estar viajando. Con ayuda de Ahmed y sus contactos, encontramos la tan esperada casa.

VILLA CHANTO
VILLA CHANTO

Sorteamos los cuartos y quedamos todos felices. Por fin teníamos cocina con 2 bombonas de gas, muchas ollas, agua, 3 baños sin ducha (no importa porque hay Hammam cerca), sala de ensayo, terrazas, 3 pisos enteros para nosotros solos!! 15 personas y……. 1 SOLA LLAVE!!!!

El día que entramos a la casa, celebramos el cumple años número 40 de Marco.

Organizamos la sala de ensayo y nos pusimos a ensayar como nunca antes había pasado en la historia de la banda, 4 o mas, o menos, horas diarias. Increíble!! Las chicas, felices en su nueva cocina, se expresaban en toda su feminidad preparando deliciosos manjares para todos, eso, era después de un arduo día de trabajo (todos los días) vendiendo en el mercado, para poder comprar la comida, leche y kilos de café para que los “perlas” pudieran ensayar tranquilos.

<<Cuanto cuesta, amiga?>>  <<Mmm...cuanto tienes, amigo?>>
Cuanto por el perro, amigo?


La lluvia ya no nos importaba, porque estábamos bajo techo. L’agua l’agua llegó después de 30 años, se desbordaron los ríos. Pero la gente estaba contenta por que se aseguraban comida por mucho tiempo.

Trayendo l'agua l'agua a toooodo Marruecos
Trayendo l'agua l'agua a toooodo Marruecos

Una noche tocamos en el café La Barandilla y fue mucha gente estuvo muy lindo.

Intentamos volver a tocar ahí, pero la policía no le quería dar el premiso al bar.

La rutina de ensayo continuó y empezamos a grabar algunas pistas. Juan, el que más entiende del tema, hizo de técnico.

Quisimos renovar la visa (el 26 de febrero terminaban los 3 meses de turistas) pero la policía de Ifni nos la negó.

Un fin de semana nos fuimos a unas termas en Abainou a 50 km de Ifni, donde nos alojaron en una Suite gigante para todos, nos bañamos en la terma y al otro día tocamos para los turistas y la gente del lugar. Se nos rompió la furgo y nos quedamos otra noche más.

Festejamos el cumple años de Belén, con una Jam Session con músicos invitados de suiza y Marruecos.

Carlos y Dsu hicieron el video “Salaam Aleikum” un clip Reggaeton/Árabe muy divertido en el que también participó mucha gente de Ifni.  (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtJHGhfGZhw)

Lebes?  Lebes!
Lebes? Lebes!

El 18 de febrero, Carlos y Victoria se fueron para Barcelona para arreglar unas cosas y nosotros nos preparábamos para el viaje a Mauritania a renovar la visa ya que decidimos quedarnos otro mes en la casa y en Marruecos.

Al día siguiente nos fuimos para Sidi Wafi, una playa a 25kms de Ifni donde había una fiesta “hippie travelers”, la mayoría eran alemanes y europeos en general. Había marroquíes surfers.

A la noche empezó el concierto y a la 3ra canción, Yasmin se cayó a un pozo de casi 4 metros de profundidad. Por suerte no fue nada grave, solo se quebró una costilla y el tobillo. El concierto termino al instante y Marco, Damien, Xelo y Lisa partieron a Tiznit al hospital.

la pobre piba
la pobre piba

Los demás nos quedamos ahí, sin saber que hacer, aprovechamos la pantalla gigante para mostrar el video “Salaam Aleikum”, fue un éxito. Horas después llegaron los chicos, menos Yasmin, Damien y Xelo que se habían ido a Agadir a un mejor hospital.

Acampamos en la playa y al otro día regresamos a Ifni a esperar a los chicos para decidir que haríamos con las visas y el viaje.

Como se enteran los de PETA ....
Como se enteran los de PETA ....

Ifni—“lagoon” in Berber; quiet little coastal fishing town; Chanto haven. Many of the inhabitants actually speak Spanish as the region was actually considered part of Spain until 1969, and now belongs to the Tiznit province. The town is located on a hillside that slopes from the mountains down to the Atlantic Ocean and on one hand the region’s microclimate was much warmer than where we had come from, but the evening fog never failed to dampen anything left outside—be it forgotten laundry or Aurelio.


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We arrived to Sidi Ifni late at night and headed straight away towards Café Lanzarote, the Chantos’ nargilah lounge where they used to jam night after night during their last stay in Ifni. The guys were anxious to find friends fast (and a place to sleep), but the management had changed and their old acquaintances no longer had any affiliation with the place. So we climbed back into our vehicles and drove towards the outskirts of town and set up our habitual camp in the middle of a field. Just as we had erected all the tents and were about to start cooking dinner however, the police showed up and claimed that locals that lived in the surrounding countryside could come and rob or attack us and for our safety we were not allowed to camp there. Right, some simple life country folk might find reason in taking on all 15 of us and a feisty dog. We had no choice in the matter though, so we headed back into town and dispersed to sleep among a friend’s house, in the car, and on the beach.

After a few homeless evenings, while jamming at Café Lanzarote, Marco ran into his old rowdy friend Ahmed (well really they shared one night of craziness 20 years ago in Ifni but they clearly remembered each other despite the years) who invited all of us to invade his house.

Sunshine outside of Ahmed's house
Sunshine outside of Ahmed's house

In the meantime we spread the word through town that we were looking to rent a house for a few months, to finally have some sort of home base and principally for the guys to have studio space to record their new album. Titi de la Luna came during these days, making the final count 16 plus Aurelio, and then on the 23 of January we acquired a marvelous three story house with a terrace on the roof—all for us! We picked rooms via a lottery system and after months of sharing absolutely everything, each of us eagerly went about setting up our personal, private haven.

Titi and Ayma, our yoga instructors
Titi and Ayma, our yoga instructors

Soon we had a sort of rhythm/routine worked out. The early birds would go out and acquire breakfast supplies and organize morning yoga sessions, then depending on the day we’d maybe go to a neighboring town’s market and set up shop, though mostly we set up for Sidi Ifni’s own daily market starting at about 5 pm. During the day we’d take advantage of our “free time” and head down to the beach, go on excursions, check our mail at the local internet cafe, etc. The musicians would, for the first time in Chanto history, shut themselves in their improvised music studio starting at about 5 pm and not come out for hours, and towards the night the owls (owlettes really, and Xelo) would cook dinner for 16 plus stragglers that always appeared here and there.

Extracurricular activities on the rooftop
Extracurricular activities on the rooftop

Thus our rhythmic life ensued in Ifni. Titi was pseudo-adopted by an elder, sad faced German man while drinking tea at a nearby café one day. A few decades back, he had been attracted by the easy going lightness of Sidi Ifni’s air and had moved there and set up a hotel/café, had a family, and all. However he wore a deflated face that day, and as he explained to us how things have gotten ugly in Ifni, about the corrupt judicial system and the nasty things that had occurred to innocent people (that cannot even be spoken about on the streets because you don’t know who might be listening). It seems that the straw that broke the camel’s back occurred when townsfolk got tired of the province (and thus the country) taking advantage of all the goods brought in via Ifni’s port while doing little or nothing to ensure the wellbeing of Ifni’s conditions as a town as well as for its residents. In June 2008 town residents staged a demonstration at the port which ended in unnecessary police brutality, arrests, cases of torture, even disappearances. This invoked fear and defeat in the residents’ hearts—something understandable, albeit very sad. So it occurred to Titi to propose a Chanto concert at the café of her new German grandfather figure. His eyes lit up in a way that warmed our hearts, and the Chantos played at La Barandilla for an enthusiastic and enlightened crowd. They quickly scored gigs at other cafes and hotels and were also set to repeat at La Barandilla, but unfortunately word reached the ears of officials and they made it known to all the café owners that apparently one had to solicit a pricey permission from local police in order to be allowed to hold a concert at their locale. And if they didn’t comply, they’d be paying an even pricier fine….so you can guess what happened – cancelled, cancelled, cancelled. And the German man’s face once again appeared older and defeated. What to do.

Tranquility.  Laghzira Beach
Tranquility. Laghzira Beach

Titi and I decided to escape Chantolandia to explore the surroundings of Tafraout, a gorgeous little town (inland) surrounded by snowcapped mountains and towers of sunburnt red rock formations. Thing is, it had rained so much the night before we left to catch the bus that the white water Ifni River surged into existence, cutting all roads in and out of Ifni and isolating the entire town. There we were at 7 am, flipping out and laughing hysterically along with all the town’s residents that came out of their houses (or climbed onto their roofs) to witness this rare spectacle.

And the rain rain rain came down down down ....
And the rain rain rain came down down down ....

That evening we caught the first public transport that finally decided to brave the new river and made it to Tafraout the following day, and the rest of the kids spent the weekend 50 km south of Ifni at a hot springs resort in Abainau where the guys played a concert. Titi headed out from Tafraout onward to travel solo in the desert and I returned to Ifni in time to witness (and participate in) the hysterics of Carlos and Dsu’s music video entitled Salaam Aleikum, for which they recorded locals repeating the typical Arabic greeting and us dancing ridiculously while draped in Arabic garb. For those who have seen the video (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtJHGhfGZhw) you can hear the sweet sound of guitar surfing during the end credits.

On February 19 the caravan arrived at a festival in Sidi Wafi where the guys had been asked to play a concert that night. Early into the show, Yasmin went in search of a place to squat and in the darkness didn’t see—and fell into—a four meter deep crater, breaking her ankle and a rib. After stopping the concert and pulling her out of the hole, Marco, Damien, Xelo, and Lisa took Yasmin to the closest emergency hospital in Tiznit, more than two hours away. In the end they opted to continue traveling two hours more to the bigger and more modern city of Agadir in search of a better hospital. Damien and Xelo stayed with Yasmin in Agadir and everybody else camped on the beach of Sidi Wafi. The following morning they traveled back to Villa Chanto in Sidi Ifni to come up with a plan ‘c’ now that plan ‘b’ had also been crossed off. In the meantime all they could do was wait for news from Yasmin and company….

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V: MOHAMMEDIA – MERZOUGA

En Mohammedia estuvimos dos semanas acampando en el parking de la playa Mannismann con permiso de nuestro amigo Hassan, vecino del lugar. Todos los días venían amigos a visitarnos, tocábamos música, Souffiane nos preparaba Tajines deliciosos al fuego que todas las noches estaba prendido gracias a Hassan.

Conocimos un poco de la ciudad, hicimos nuevos amigos. Llegaron Dsu (nuestro camarógrafo oficial) y Luciana, esa misma noche tocamos en el Café Sirene Bleu. Fuimos todos menos las chicas que se tuvieron que quedar en el “carping” para cuidarlo (ya que nos habían robado dos bicis).

Carping en Mohammedia
Carping en Mohammedia

Organizamos una tocata en el parking y pusimos por primera vez la pantalla gigante ya que Dsu había traído el proyector. Después del concierto pusimos el video del viaje anterior, la gente estaba muy contenta de verse hace cuatro años.

Youseff, otro amigo que vive por ahí cerca organizó una fiesta en su casa, antes de empezar el concierto, llegaron Xelo y Noemí de Marrakech. Después de la 1ra parte del concierto aparecieron Los Yukas, que venían desde Suiza. La familia de Youseff preparó varios platos gigantes de Couscous para todos.

jamming con amigos del pueblo
concierto multietnico

Los Yukas (Klaus, Rasta Reto, Reto Harry Potter y Jaqui), se habían venido en un camión de bomberos que compraron en Suiza. Lo arreglaron y los hicieron pasar por Motorhome.

Ya éramos 19 personas y dos perros (Aurelio y Malandra) acampando en Mannismann. Todos los días preparar desayuno, almuerzo y cena para todos. Ya no alcanzaban las ollas, el fuego tenía que ser el doble de grande para el doble de pescado o pollo. Empezamos a comprar pollos vivos porque era mas barato. Los matábamos, desplumábamos y limpiábamos.


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Tocamos en la Ecole de Hotelerie de Mohammedia, primero nos invitaron a comer y después fue el concierto, estuvo muy bueno, Dsu filmó mucho y el público estaba increíblemente animado.

Teníamos planeado hacer otra fiesta en el parking y ese mismo día al mediodía vino la policía a decirnos que no teníamos permiso para hacerlo, era por nuestra propia seguridad.

locura por el souq, marrakech
Locura por el souq, Marrakech

Luego de dos semanas de fiesta, buena onda y bastante lluvia, partimos hacia Marrakech.

En Marrakech fuimos directo a un parking que estaba en pleno centro. Nos dieron permiso para armar las carpas ahí. Nos fuimos a la Plaza Jamâa el Fna, la plaza más grande e importante del lugar. Esta lleno de músicos, maltratadores de serpientes y monos, vendedores de agua y dentaduras postizas. Cuando baja el sol, se montan un mercado de comida, más de 100 puestos llenos de olores y sabores, Sopas, frituras, carnes, jugos, pescados, especias, etc.


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Tocamos en la plaza junto a Zisa y los Yukas. Paseamos por la medina y turisteamos un poco.

Dejamos la locura de Marrakech para dirigirnos a Merzouga (en el Sahara) donde teníamos programado un concierto con los Zisa.

Para llegar a Merzouga, atravesamos el Atlas (montañas), dormimos ahí una noche y viajamos todo el día siguiente hasta llegar a nuestro destino pasada la media noche.

Llegamos el 30 de diciembre al “Camping La Palmeraie”, frente a la gran duna “Erg Chebi” donde nos recibió Omar, viejo amigo de Giovanni (Zisa), nos dejó acampar ahí y montamos el “chiringuito”.

la gran duna Erg Chebi, Merzouga
la gran duna Erg Chebi, Merzouga

El 31 a la noche tocamos en la Jaima del camping, había un grupo de 50 españoles de una asociación “África Nómada”, ayudan a construir escuelas y otras cosas en el Sahara.

Ese mismo día a la tarde empezó a llover y no paró hasta el otro día. Lluvia en el desierto!!! L’AGUA L’AGUA!!

Cuando mejoró el tiempo subimos la gran duna y descubrimos el Guitar surf, nueva tendencia musical en la que tocamos junto al viento. Una experiencia muy mística.

El 3 de enero volvimos a tocar con Los Yukas y Zisa en el camping, pero afuera frente a la duna. Vino mucha gente del lugar.

Estuvimos 15 días haciendo videos con Dsu, ensayando y empezando a grabar algunas cosas.

el director Dsu
el director Dsu

Los Yukas se volvieron a Suiza, otra vez volvimos a ser 14. Tocamos dos veces en el Hotel Merzouga. El dueño nos invitó a tocar en su otro hotel en Erfoud y como nos quedaba de camino a Sidi Ifni, hacia allí nos dirigimos.

Después de una larga despedida de nuestros nuevos amigos, viajamos y llegamos al Hotel Tafilalet ****.

Llegamos y nos dieron varias habitaciones con baño privado y ducha (llevábamos meses durmiendo en carpa). Lujo máximo!! Una vez acomodados, nos llevaron al Restaurante a comer y después fuimos al bar a tocar.

Al otro día nos dimos cuenta que había internet (WIFI) en el hotel, así que nos colgamos ahí y con la excusa de que tocábamos de nuevo, nos quedamos otra noche y tocamos un ratito.

Después de dos días de viaje, en los cuales nos desviamos varios kilómetros, nos perdimos y dormimos en lugares maravillosos, fue el cumpleaños de Victoria, pasamos un rato por Tiznit a comprar cosas, ya que las verduras eran más baratas. Llegamos a Sidi Ifni!!


pernoctation
pernoctation por el camino a Ifni

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The trailer’s axle held out like a champ and we got to Mohammedia the same evening we left Meknes.  We turned off the main road towards the sea and drove down a beat up path until we arrived to Mannesmann beach—where the Chantos had spent a few weeks the last time they had passed through Morocco 4 years before.  We set up our gypsy campsite on the side of a dirt road just as some acquaintances from the last trip happened to be passing by and they stopped for a while to catch up with their old friends.  Over the following days more and more familiar faces showed up as word spread that their dear traveling musician friends were back in town.


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We grew to be such a large gathering, especially in the evenings while sitting and playing around the fire, that it became a custom for some people to bring tajines (the name of the upside-down, funnel shaped, mud cooking pot as well as the dish prepared in it) and cook over the fire for everybody because our supplies were, well, limited.  Besides, the tajines were much more delicious than anything we could offer.  Also when we’d go to buy food, we took into account that live chickens cost half as much as dead, deplumed chickens, and many of us (the ‘westerners’) were initiated into the respected ritual of killing, gutting, and depluming the chickens ourselves.

TODOS!
TODOS!

Our numbers doubled when we were finally joined by Klaus, Rasta Reto and Harry Potter from Los Yukas, Jacqui the firewoman, her beagle mix Malandra, Dsu with a new film projector for the band, Noemi back again, and Luciana.  Los Yukas, Jacqui, and Malandra drove down from Switzerland in a pearl of an old school Mercedes fire truck, which was quickly converted into our morning convenience store/café.  The rear opened up to a compartment equipped with a kitchen, shelves stocked with food, everything!

The musicians were invited to play at the end of the year party at Mohammedia’s School of Hotel/Restaurant Management, which was a huge success.  Thus we ended our multi-week occupation of Mannesmann beach, and after a bitter-sweet goodbye session with all of our friends, our supersized caravan headed out towards Marrakech.

Jamaa el Fna, Marrakech
Jamaa el Fna, Marrakech

Our arrival to our destination was evident based on the insane amount of traffic and commotion that we encountered, which grew in intensity as we inched towards the center.  We slipped into a parking lot, had a friendly chat with the lot’s security staff, and set up Carping Chanto on public grounds once again.  From camp we only had to cross one busy street to get to the main pedestrian drag that leads to the Jamâa el Fna (Marrakech’s largest and main central plaza), and we discovered that the best way to do so was to throw yourself into the middle of the road, asserting yourself as king and acting as if you did not acknowledge the oncoming traffic.  Thus it was a game of chicken, but when in Rome….

The entrances to the gigantic labyrinth of a souq by the plaza were lined with tables, benches, and stands that served typical Moroccan food, and by that I mean not Moroccan tourist food.  If you want to eat hearty and pinch pennies, you have to eat where the locals eat.  The typical soup ‘harira’ for example is a meal in itself, and at 4 dirham (0.40 euro) with free refills you can’t go wrong.  There were countless rows of orange juice stands throughout the plaza, all identical, and all competition.  And the avocado milkshakes, mmm…


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We spent three days in Marrakech, enough for the guys to play some in the Jamâa el Fna, and to do just the right amount of tourism before feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of the environment.  Cars, motorcycles, bicycles, horse drawn carriages, donkeys, cobras, baboons, merchants, madness.  Impressive madness.

After a three day voyage eastward into the snowy Atlas mountains, down the other side and across the desert, we arrived at the end of December to Merzouga, a tiny desert town at the foot of the breathtaking Erg Chebi, the Great Sand Dune.  We landed at a Kasbah about one kilometer outside of town where los Chantos and los Yukas had been invited by Ziba, a Swiss music group, to play a new years eve concert with them for a group of Spaniards visiting from an NGO that works constructing and supporting schools in the Sahara.

Jamming en la Kasbah, Merzouga
Jamming en la Kasbah, Merzouga

The concert was a spectacular way of celebrating the start of a new year, and that evening (as well as days to come) it rained so much and so intensely that an enormous lake (of a few square kilometers) formed that hadn’t existed in 40 years according to the townsfolk.  We were treated like heroes for having brought rain to the desert, which was nice, because usually people that you visit hate it when you bring them ugly weather.

el nuevisimo Lago Erg Chebi despues de las lluvias
el nuevisimo Lago Erg Chebi despues de las lluvias

All day, every day, people—men, women, children, elders—would stop by (sometimes even sitting outside of our tents, waiting for us to wake up!) asking if we wanted to trade any of our belongings with them.  Their freshness sometimes was overbearing, as many came on with a “what do I have to lose by asking” attitude, but in the end they were right….Mostly they offered fossils incorporated into different handmade stone pieces such as ashtrays and necklaces, but Andres, el Perro, and el Niño scored authentic Bedouin camel wool Chilabas for their cell phones and other valuables.

y este perro desiertico tan raro y sonriente....?
y este perro desiertico tan raro y sonriente....?

We would make souq in Merzouga and Rizzani, a larger town about 40 minutes away, and with the money made we’d buy food and coffee—lots of coffee—to survive from day to day.  We would also go on excursions around the desolate surroundings, and on one such excursion to the top of the Great Sand Dune to watch the sun set, we remained atop the dune late into the night beneath trillions of twinkling stars and listening to the hypnotic melodies produced by guitar surfing.  Andres discovered this new phenomenon by serendipity; the constant desert breeze vibrated his guitar strings in a way that produced harmonies in multiple octaves, and when joined by the rest of the guitars held at the correct angle, the sound produced was something out of this world, something magical.

Guitar Surfing bajo la luna
Guitar Surfing bajo la luna

The guys got some gigs at a nearby hotel, and thanks to that contact we all got room and board for two days at the luxurious Hotel Tafilalet in Erfoud in exchange for two concerts.  Hot water, television, wifi….we didn’t know what to do with ourselves.  Naturally all good things have to end, and we continued westward towards Sidi Ifni.  It took us three days, hundreds of extra kilometers that went augmenting each time we got lost, and many shot nerves and tried patience for some of us….but on January 18, 2009, 2.5 months after we had left the gray skies of Basel, Switzerland, we finally arrived at our destination—Sidi Ifni.

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