Showing posts with label islands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label islands. Show all posts

Friday, 3 February 2012

Coelacanths, moonshine and the scent of ylang-ylang















"When I hauled in the net …..I saw the strange fishtail sticking out and realised that it was different from anything I had ever seen...the fish was a coelacanth believed extinct for millions of years.” wrote Captain Hendrik P. Goosen of catching the first coelacanth off the Comores in 1938.

Publicity surrounding the ‘living fossil,’ - pre-dating dinosaurs by 100 million years - brought attention to the Comores, an Indian Ocean archipelago, originally peopled by Shirazi settlers who arrived with their African slaves. Comorians are descended from these early mixed migrations: 99 per cent are Muslim.

The three islands - Grand Comore, Anjouan and Moheli - lie in the Mozambique Channel. A fourth, Mayotte, while geographically part of the archipelago, opted to remain with France when independence was granted in 1975.

Moroni the Comorian capital, is located on the largest island of Grand Comore. It remains a sleepy, old ‘Indian Ocean Coast’ style town of coral-stone houses lining narrow lanes descending to a harbour filled with wooden ngalawas used for in-shore fishing. A second coelacanth caught in 1985, is displayed in Moroni’s National Museum and in order to protect the island’s only claim to fame, the government declared a section of ocean a National Coelacanth Reserve.

The Karthala Volcano on Grand Comore rises to a height of 2361 m. During a big eruption in 2005, lava ran right down to the sea and due to a shortage of building material, some village houses are entirely constructed of volcanic rock.

The south coast of Grand Comore is lined with coconut palms and pandanus trees leaning over turquoise bays. 1000 year old cycad palms are among several exotic species flourishing in rain forest in theinterior. On coastal clearings, maize, bananas and rice are grown along with the ylang-ylang flower. The Comores are the world’s biggest producer of ylang-ylang, an essential oil in many perfumes. But it takes a lot of flowers -nearly a ton - to distil a single litre.

Island life is low-key except on the occasion of a grand mariage when custom dictates the first born daughter gets a big send off.

As soon as a baby girl is born in the Comores, her family begins building her a house although it may take as long as twenty years, and their life savings, to complete. The groom reciprocates with money, jewellery and livestock. He is also responsible for the wedding feast lasting several days, with hundreds of friends and relatives invited.
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Traditional dancing is central to celebrations. Slow at first, it grows ever wilder, but is always performed in step. Women, their faces painted with white paste which is considered alluring, perform the energetic wadaha miming island chores - milling grain, sweeping, fetching water - all tasks in store for the new bride.

Images from: www.copix.co.uk

Friday, 27 November 2009

OCTOPUS IS KING IN THE KERKENNAH ISLANDS













Locals eat octopus for breakfast, lunch and dinner in the Kerkennah Islands off Tunisia. It is especially plentiful during the winter fishing season when menus feature octopus soup and salad, grilled octopus, breaded octopus, octopus cous-cous and fish with hot `Kerkennah sauce` made from yes …. Octopus!

Eulogised in poetry as an oasis planted in the sea, the Kerkennah islands lying in the Gulf of Gabes, 20 km off the busy Tunisian port of Sfax - are flat, arid and in summer, very hot. 48c is not unusual during August.

During the prosperous Carthage period, they were important trading posts. Hannibal passed this way, and in 1945, Tunisia`s future leader. Habib Bourguiba, took refuge there.

Not a lot has happened since. Overlooked by tour operators in favour of flashy mainland resorts, the islands remain a secret among a loyal clientele. The white-washed, flat-roofed houses resemble mainland Sidi Bou Said. And everywhere are stacks of pots for trapping octopus.

Gharbi and Chergui, the largest of the seven islands, are inhabited by some 15,000 people who are strict Sunni Muslims. Parents choose a bride, or a groom, who may not even speak to each other before their marriage.

A car-ferry from links Sfax and Sidi Jussef, on Gharbi island where a Roman causeway links Gharbi to Chergui.

Remla, the biggest settlement, on Chergui has souvenir shops, a couple of restaurants, a carpet-weaving centre, and not a lot else.

But the simple life is its attraction. Writing a blog, one man says he`s been there 31 times in a month. Or did he mean he spent a month of 31 days there?

Whatever, Kerkennah is a place to unwind, but while the beaches are sandy, the surrounding Mediterannean is shallow, so you must walk out a long way before it becomes deep enough to swim.

The shallow sea has seen the islanders develop innovative fishing techniques.

They fashion a funnel like fence from palm-frond branches which traps fish when the tide goes out. Octopus-fishing couldn`t be easier: fishermen just drop a jar attached to a float and when an animal takes up residence, they pull it out.

In El Attaya village on the north coast of Chergui, a fisherman will take you out for a few dinar. Bicycles can also be rented to explore the island which measures 11 km from east to west, and horse-carriages are available to tour the palm-groves.

Swamps on the west coast are good for bird-watching. Common species are heron, tern and hoopoe with plover, sandpiper and other waterfowl arriving during winter (November-March). The islands are also a commorant breeding ground although competing for fish, they are unpopular with residents.

Some people tire of the tranquillity of the Kerkennah. Others find the low-key life so appealing, they retire there. At last count a score of expatriates were living on Chergui, including several Swiss, who hold octopus fondue dinner parties.

copyright: Christine Osborne
Images from: www.copix.co.uk

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