NAMASTE NEPAL! PRACTICAL INFO AND EXPERIENCE FEEDBACK
Stay from March 25 to April 16, 2025
· Flight tickets Air India (via Delhi) (via Skyscanner) = 1130 € per person
· Planned budget (and respected without too many restrictions and while buying a few small gifts) = 2000 € for the stay for two. Buses, taxis, and entrance fees to various sites represent a budget to consider. Meals are cheap. Drinks like beer/Coke, however, are not cheap and cost the equivalent of a meal.
· Exchange rate of the rupee during our stay = 0.0064 € (the exchange rate is almost identical everywhere, including at the airport).
· At the airport, purchase of two SIM cards (phone) = 1000 NPR x 2 for 28 days.
· Kathmandu: we had booked the hotel upon arrival: Kathmandu Boutique Hotel (+977 015 357 446 – email: booking@kathmanduboutiquehotel.com), very well located in a quiet alley off the street, south of Thamel, a 10-minute walk from Durbar Square. A hotel like Nepal knows how to do, where tall people will have to duck. Night + breakfast = 18 € for two. Very warm welcome, great location, excellent value for money.
· Bhaktapur: we had also booked a hotel for the end of our stay because the chance of the year 2025 made the Nepali New Year and Bisket Jatra particularly festive in Bhaktapur: Manju Baha Hotel School (+977 976 7234014 – email: manjubahahotel@gmail.com) located in an old monastery. "A social enterprise transforming an old monastery into a charming hotel, offering professional hospitality training to underprivileged Nepali youth." Night + breakfast = 32 € for two. Beautifully decorated room. Very warm welcome.
Don’t miss the Changunarayan site (near Bhaktapur), it’s amazing. And if you’re lucky enough to be in Bhaktapur in mid-April for 3 days, there’s the Bisket Jatra festivities (Newari festival), joyful, noisy, fun, and wild…
· Pokhara (hotel recommended by the Kathmandu hotel): Hotel Green Tara, Lakeside, 10th street, set back, quiet (Tel. +977 61 462698 – email: greentara_67@hotmail.com)
· Trek permit (Lower Mustang, no need for an agency or guide, permits checked at Ghasa and Jomsom) = 2000 NPR per person (2 ID photos)
· Bus Kathmandu/Pokhara and return = 2000 NPR per person
· Bus Pokhara/Jomsom, 2 one-way tickets = 2800 NPR.
· Taxi: negotiation with a driver we recommend, Vicky (+977 984 075 599). You explain what you want, negotiate the price, and he waits for you during the visit. Very charming, we used him several times. For example: departure from our hotel at 10 AM -> Boudhanath/Pashupatinath/Patan return at 5 PM to the hotel = 6500 NPR – Swayambhunath (round trip) = 1200 NPR
· Site prices:
https://ntb.gov.np/plan-your-trip/before-you-come/heritage-site-entry-fees
o Visitor Pass for Kathmandu Durbar Square (for the duration of the stay, show your visa) = 1000 NPR per person (1 ID photo)
o Bhaktapur Durbar Square (old town) = 1800 NPR per person
o Patan = 1000 NPR per person
o Swayambhu Stupa = 200 NPR per person
o Boudha Stupa = 200 NPR per person
o Pashupatinath Temple = 1000 NPR per person (interesting to take a guide)
o Changunarayan Temple (6 km north of Bhaktapur) = 400 NPR per person
o Mountain Museum in Pokhara = 750 NPR per person
· E-cigarettes: e-cigarettes are banned in India and confiscated whether they’re in carry-on or checked luggage. On the way there, we had kept them in our carry-on, they were confiscated in Delhi. On the way back, learning from our previous experience, we put them in our checked luggage. Someone came to get us to take them out of our bags and confiscate them… You can find e-cigarettes and products in Kathmandu.
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I’m 74 years old. I went to Nepal in 1982, 1983, and the last time in 1986. I wanted to introduce this beautiful and endearing country to my husband, and it was… now or never. So we decided it was now.
I knew the trek starting from Pokhara: Naudanda/Birethanti/Ghorepani/Tatopani/Kalopani. There was no way I was going to do that trek, especially the 1000-meter staircase to reach Ghorepani… You have to stay humble with age.
Back then, the road didn’t exist. I didn’t consider, with the construction of this road (NH48) along the western bank of the Kali Gandaki, doing a trek along a windy and dusty road. Was there an alternative hiking trail on the eastern bank? No one answered my question on VoyageForum, so I did my research online. And I found this site: "Andrées de Ruiter and Prem Rai - Trekking the Annapurna Circuit, including the new NATT trails that avoid the road - A guide to one of the most beautiful trekking regions in Nepal and the world (2011) - NATT = New Annapurna Trekking Trail".
Phew! A solution was emerging. This circuit from 2011 wasn’t fully marked. The idea was to go from Jomsom to Tatopani, so we needed to make sure the path was well-marked all the way, which we did, and the path exists, marked in red and white!
So, with the walking times information, we built our 8-day circuit:
· Jomsom/Thinigaon
· Thinigaon/Chimang
· Chimang/Saura
· Saura/Kokhetanti
· Rest day or, if in good shape: loop to Sekong Lake
· Kokhetanti/Jhipra Deurali
· Jhipra Deurali/Kopchepani
· Kopchepani/Tatopani
It’s a senior trek, after all. So the walking times noted on the sites indicated 3 hours or even 4 hours for the two longest stages. That pace suited us fine.
On March 29, we left Kathmandu (1400m), after visiting the must-see sites, by bus to Pokhara: 200 km and 8.5 hours on a chaotic road under construction. I had a memory of Pokhara where it was the first city where you could see the Himalayan range, especially Machhapuchhare. But the pollution is such, the dust raised by traffic and construction, that no horizon is visible except the first hills around Pokhara.
We stayed 24 hours in Pokhara (820m), and on March 31, we left our luggage at the hotel and set off with our lightest backpacks: change of clothes, toiletries, first aid kit, anti-chafing cream, water bottle, sleeping bag liner, and light shoes for the stages.
We took the bus to Jomsom: 160 km/7.5 hours including stops for bathroom breaks, tea, and lunch. The road is nothing but a chaos of potholes, landslides, construction, dust, rebuilding, and mudslides. In Ghasa, the bus stops, and we’re told we’re at a checkpoint and that the two foreigners in the bus, my husband and I, need to have our permits checked, which takes a few minutes. The driving is rock-and-roll, surprising, and courteous. The drivers have their codes, and on these improbable roads, they’re virtuosos.
We could have chosen the plane, but several reasons dissuaded us: if there’s too much wind, the planes don’t take off; personally, I wasn’t reassured about landing in Jomsom, and this transport has a cost.
We arrived around 2 PM in Jomsom (2720m), and despite the early wake-up, the nearly 8 hours on the bus, and the altitude, we decided to head straight to Thinigaon (2840m). At the Jomsom checkpoint, they told us it was a 30-minute walk. Great! Except we took an hour and a half on an uphill road, bent over to fight a strong wind. But the Himalayan range is there! The Dhaulagiri, the Nilgiri, the Annapurnas as a reward.
In Thinigaon, we found a room at the "Nilgiri View Hotel" run by a didi (big sister in Nepali). From the lodge’s roof, she proudly showed us the different peaks surrounding the village and told us, worried, that it hadn’t snowed here for 3 years. She said there are very few tourists, that the season is rather in September/October/November. It seems there’s not a soul in this village, yet mules pass through the narrow street paved with large flat stones, their bells ringing. We dine at 6 PM and go to bed… Room = 1200 NPR and dinner, breakfast, and drinks = 2560 NPR.
On April 1, we set off at 9 AM, not for Chimang as planned but for Marpha! The didi from the Thinigaon lodge had said it was a 3-hour walk. The first part of this stage is attractive, the mountains are magnificent and imposing, the landscape is superb, there’s no one around, a feeling of being "alone in the world." We follow Dhumbra Tal, this small green lake. The path is a rocky track that climbs steeply. Then, around a hill, we start the big descent that joins the Kali Gandaki. We face the wind head-on, and the violent gusts take our breath away, throw us off balance, and envelop us in dust. We see the road on the other side of the Kali Gandaki. We arrive in the village of Chhairo at 2 PM, completely exhausted and with blistered feet, after 5 hours of walking instead of the planned 3.5 hours.
We’re welcomed by the village nurse, who tells us there’s a lodge in the village. Chhairo is a Tibetan village, a 20-minute walk from Marpha (according to the locals, multiply by 2 or even 3 for us…). We’re going to revise our trek plan and, first of all, spend the night in Chhairo.
The lodge is quite pleasant, and Karma, the hostess, is very friendly. She asks about our plans and suggests we stay in Chhairo the next day, from where we can visit Marpha and also Chimang, a 1-hour walk away, in light mode, meaning without backpacks. She invites us to participate in a village ceremony the next evening.
We immediately accept the proposal, as our feet need rest and the welcome is so warm… Dinner and bed!
We reworked our trek plan, which was too ambitious for our untrained bodies and, let’s face it… no longer in our first youth. In the initial plan, we thought there wouldn’t be too much elevation gain following the Kali Gandaki, but checking the map, we realize there might be significant elevation changes between Sauru and Sirkung. So we plan:
· Tomorrow: visit Marpha (2670m) and Chimang (2744m)
· April 3: bus from Chhairo (2700m) to Kalopani (2530m) and continue on foot to Ghasa (2010m)
· April 4: Ghasa/Pairataplo (1940m)
· April 5: Pairatapla/Gadpar (1580m)
· April 6: Gadpar/Narchyang (1510m)
· April 7: Narchyang/Tatopani (1190m)
· April 8: return to Pokhara.
Normally, it’s all downhill…
April 2, a rest day then… We set off in the morning to explore Marpha. We have to take a temporary bridge because the suspension bridge is closed due to road construction. We join the road and arrive in Marpha, a village famous for its apple orchards, brandy, cider, and apple juice production. This village is magnificent with its stone houses and monastery clinging to the hillside. The road construction spared it. There are people, but very few Western tourists.
We have lunch in Marpha and go back through Chhairo to take the path to Chimang. We cross a fragrant pine forest and find the rocky path; the landscape is splendid. We walk quietly, passing peaceful buffaloes and cows, and arrive at the foot of a stone staircase… 275 steps (which we counted on the way back) leading us to the village of Chimang. Chimang is an isolated Newari village that seems a bit desolate. Despite the slopes, there are crops on every little bit of land. Thankfully, we changed our initial program because there’s no lodge in this village, contrary to what we saw on a map… We wander through the village, which seems very deserted, have coffee in a house from another world, and then head back to Chhairo.
A rest day? = 5 hours of walking!!
Dinner and village ceremony. From what we understand, this ceremony is in honor of the Dalai Lama. Men, women, and children in traditional costumes gather twice a month; they dance, make, and offer small sweet cakes with Tibetan tea (made from tea, yak butter—often rancid—water, and salt). Surprising for first-timers…
Around 10 PM, we leave the ceremony; tomorrow morning, we need to be on the roadside by 7 AM to catch the bus to Kalopani…
This village of Chhairo is very pleasant and welcoming, no tourists, just two motorcyclists who arrived in the evening, one of whom participated in the ceremony and discreetly poured his Tibetan tea outside.
Lodge: "Norsang Tibetan Guesthouse and Restaurant". Total bill for 2 nights, 2 dinners, 2 breakfasts, and drinks = 8000 NPR.
April 3: bus from Chhairo to Kalopani, about 1.5 hours for the 20 km (200 NPR per person). We descend on the right bank of the Kali Gandaki. We find the red and white markings to resume the trek toward Ghasa. We’re in a fragrant pine forest, the Dhaulagiri on one side and the Annapurnas on the other, magnificent, and the path is pleasant and easy. We get a bit lost in this forest, always looking for the markings. Near Lete, two trekkers pass us, and we meet them again a little further on with two very young children, to whom we give the 2 hard-boiled eggs I didn’t eat this morning. They accepted them without hesitation.
We arrive in a village and ask for directions to Ghasa. The young girls point the way. But we come across a forest being logged, trees cut in all directions. We turn back and ask for confirmation. They confirm… But the two young girls catch up with us and clear the way. We have to step over, go around, and cross the felled trees, with no indication at all. Through this pick-up sticks of felled trees, the girls lead us to the top of a stone staircase, indicating that was the path. It’s the only place where we saw rhododendrons in bloom.
We descend the staircase. At the bottom, to the left, there’s a bridge to go toward Choyo, and to the right, a path to Ghasa. We take the right path and join the road. We should normally find the red and white markings, but we don’t… So we continue on the western bank road of the Kali Gandaki.
A little before the village of Misi, we see fumaroles on the opposite bank that seem to come from the ground. We don’t understand. We stopped to eat in the village of Misi (noodle soup = 600 NPR), but it’s hard to communicate with the elderly people running the guesthouse.
We continued on the road, not finding the marked path parallel to the road. Landslides, both on the left and right banks, seem to have taken over the marked routes. It’s a place where the Kali Gandaki gorge narrows, and on the opposite bank, the mountain smokes more and more, and we now hear the crackling of fire. Across from us, the mountain is burning… Our initial plan had us passing on that burning bank right now…
We arrive in Ghasa at 3:30 PM, a 6.5-hour stage but with a 1-hour stop at noon. We’re at the "Florida Guesthouse and Restaurant." From our room, we see the mountain smoking on the other side of the river, and at night, we see the flames. In this village, posters show Himalayan eagles and vultures that seem to be protected species. Indeed, we saw (and heard) 3 eagles circling today.
April 4 – Today, heading to Pairothapla or Kopchepani depending on our feet, accommodation options, and simply our desires.
No more smoke on the mountain this morning. It’s chilly, 7:45 AM, the sky is clear, just a smell of smoke outside.
Price of the lodge = 1000 NPR for the night + 3580 NPR for meals.
We cross Ghasa, which stretches over more than a kilometer. We have a drink at the last guesthouse in the village, and the didi, when she learns our destination, tells us to be careful because the villages we’re going to aren’t safe. Should we distribute our rupees in different pockets? Nah, we kept going.
At the exit of Ghasa, we find the red and white markings and take the suspension bridge to cross the boiling waters of the Kali Gandaki. The passage is impressive because the river is tumultuous. Lots of climbs and even more descents. We’re back on the eastern bank. It’s hot! On the narrow path, we meet a group of buffaloes. Who has the right of way? We decide to stick as close as possible to the rock wall and move forward calmly. The buffaloes look at us, chewing placidly, with no intention of jumping on us. Phew!
After a 5-hour stage (including stops), we arrive in Pairothapla, with hot feet and firm thighs, and decide we won’t go any further. It’s a good thing because there’s a lodge, the most basic so far, but with a great welcome. We have a meal and a short nap. The buffaloes we met on the way belong to this house. They come to drink at the fountain by the path.
Our host, very pleasant, doesn’t know what to do to please us and is very attentive. He wants to chat. He has two children, a 4-year-old girl and a 7-year-old boy. Where do they go to school? Do they go? He tells us that the fires in the mountain are caused by people, but for what reason? We won’t find out, but it’s illegal. From here, we can still see smoke rising in the distance. The wife is a bit less friendly. Corn kernels dry on a woven straw mat on the ground, and the mom sorts them.
From where we are, we overlook the valley and see the road under construction winding along the mountainside on the other bank.
Dinner on the terrace of the house overlooking the path, windbreaker and fleece on: dal bhat chicken for me and chicken curry for my husband: "organic" products, at least local production. There are small vegetable gardens everywhere with all sorts of vegetables.
April 5 – While we’re having breakfast on the terrace of our lodge, 5 porters, straps on their foreheads, heavily loaded, pass by on the path. A few minutes later, a group of 9 people appears. It must be said that since the beginning of our journey, we’ve met very few hikers. Two backpackers in Chhairo, the two hikers near Lete, two female hikers passed us before Pairothapla, a solo female hiker passed us…
The lodge in Pairothapla is called "Bimala Lodge & Thakali Kitchen" – Price for night + 4 meals + 2 breakfasts = 3000 NPR.
The descent toward the Kali Gandaki involves climbs whose steps we didn’t count. Clearly, the landslides on the mountain cause changes to the official ACAP trek marked in red and white, and the marking updates can’t keep up with the pace of these landslides. It’s almost always by chance that we find the markings. Fortunately, we can follow the power line that guides us somewhat.
Drink stop in Kopchepani, the legs are fine, but the feet don’t like being tightly enclosed. A group of trekkers with porters passes on the path. We met buffaloes that we kindly let pass; the path was wide enough, but it was a staircase going up, and we didn’t want to take any risks.
Across, a view of the magnificent Rupse Waterfall on the other bank of the Kali Gandaki, at the bottom, lots of vehicles and people.
Arrival in Gadpar after crossing a rather unwelcoming small village and cultivated gardens between dry stone walls, each better built than the last.
First lodge spotted, first lodge adopted to answer the call of our feet, and a very warm welcome from the owner. Since we hadn’t eaten at noon, we had Tibetan bread/jam. 6-hour stage including 1 hour of stops. Night + dinner + breakfast + drinks = 5060 NPR
April 6 – Today, heading to Narchyang.
For several days, we’ve seen banana trees with their bunches of fruit and even a prickly pear with large fruits ripening.
This stage is quite peaceful and pleasant. We take a suspension bridge to cross a tributary of the Kali Gandaki. While we’re resting for a moment before crossing the bridge, a couple of porters, a man and a woman, arrive and start across the bridge with their wood load in a basket held by a strap on their forehead, making them bend. We set off too… lighter than them.
On the other side of the bridge… a stone staircase, and it climbs steeply. The porter couple didn’t take this staircase; they went right on the path.
At the top of the staircase, we arrive in Narchyang after a 4-hour stage. A magnificent waterfall overlooks the village. We get lost in this fairly large village looking for a lodge. After wandering around for a while, we ask for directions, and an 84-year-old man takes us through the whole village and accompanies us to a very nice lodge run by a woman.
We chat with our hostess, who asks where we’re from and where we’re going. We explain that we want to reach Tatopani the next day and then return to Pokhara. She tells us there are 4x4s going directly to Pokhara and that it would probably be easier than taking a bus that might be full in Tatopani. After a quick consultation, we decide to return to Pokhara the next day by 4x4. She finds us a 4x4 with 2 seats left, departure at 8 AM – 5 hours on the road and 1500 NPR per person. A charming didi who does everything to be pleasant and helpful.
Narchyang community lodge = night + snacks + dinner + breakfast = 3000 NPR.
There you go, our trek ends tomorrow. Many necessary changes and adaptations to our initial trek, but no regrets, it was superb and a great experience that, for my part, I won’t be able to repeat. Always this encounter with the endearing, welcoming, curious, and very kind Nepali people. It was now or never, and we did it!
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In conclusion, 3 full weeks in Nepal is a duration that allows visiting Kathmandu, Patan, and Bhaktapur, enjoying the various sites, and soaking in the atmosphere and urban Nepali life.
The trek, even revised and corrected, allowed us to get close to the impressive Annapurna and Dhaulagiri peaks. One or two acclimatization days might be necessary to get the body in tune with this magical and extraordinary land.
Nous n’avons pas de plan de la ville et le GPS n’indique pas les endroits repérés par mes soins sur divers sites internet. Les guides papiers, comme toujours dans les contrées non touristiques, sont plus que chiches en information … La ville n’est mentionnée dans aucun des guides en français, c’est dire !
Malkit se renseigne vers le gardien des lieux et nous voilà bientôt repartis d’où nos venons, dans la campagne plutôt que vers la ville toute proche … l’Akukhana, dernière demeure de Muntaz Mahal avant son transfert au Taj serait derrière nous, mais où ? En arrière toute et c’est parti pour une visite insolite de la campagne, direction Zainabad, un village situé de l’autre côté de la rivière. On commence par voir des minarets qui semblent anciens au loin mais sommes attirés par une briqueterie ! Qu’à cela ne tienne, arrêt briqueterie. Il y a des empilements de briques en terre partout, des fours, des restes de briques cuites complètement amalgamées et collées, calcinées et carbonisées. Notre arrivée pertube le travail des hommes, femmes et enfants comme d’habitude, l’occasion pour eux de faire une pause dans cette chaleur et poussière. Sur le chemin, des charrettes tirées par des bœufs aux cornes peintes en rouge, des femmes qui tirent de l’eau à la pompe du quartier. Nous partons à pied à la recherche de la mosquée dont les minarets nous font de l’œil. Nous traversons une des ruelles du village avec bien du mal (le jeu consiste à éviter les flaques de boue, les détritus, les crottes et bouses …) et arrivons sur une espèce de place encore plus sale que le reste, encombrée de détritus, de vaches, de chèvres et d’enfants. Sur un des côtés de la place, l’habituelle pancarte touristique bleue qui a sans doute connu des jours meilleurs. Nous sommes à l’entrée du Saray et de la mosquée de Zainabad, des monuments datant de la dynastie Faruqis, qui a régné ici de 1399 à 1601, date du rattachement de la ville à l’empire moghol. Nous ne saurons rien de ce saray et de cette mosquée, excepté qu’ils sont d’une grand importance historique (dixit le tableau bleu). Le gardien, un homme d’un certain âge nous ouvre la grille et renvoie les nombreux gamins accourus de partout à notre arrivée. Passé le porche d’entrée, c’est calme, propre et serein … Un immense quadrilatère en brique, des cellules cachées derrières des colonnades magnifiques, au centre, les restes d’une immense roue au sol (pour moudre du grain ou des pierres comme nous l’avons vu à Mandu).
Nous traversons le saray et marchons en direction de la mosquée en ruine qui conserve néanmoins de beaux éléments décoratifs (mirhab et autres niches) sur le mur du fond, avec le ciel comme unique protection. Les minarets seuls semblent avoir résisté au temps et aux intempéries. Nous contournons les ruines pour tenter d’apercevoir le fort, de l’autre côté de la Tapti qui ne devrait pas être bien loin mais peine perdue, nous ne verrons pas la rivière. Les descriptions des romans ne correspondent pas toujours à la réalité, je devrais le savoir ! C’est durant la ballade dans ces ruines que Geneviève, moins bien chaussée que les autres a connu l’épreuve du fakir ! Au début, petite douleur sous le pied, un caillou imagine-t-elle. Puis, chemin faisant, des dizaines de caillous sont apparemment rentrés dans ses chaussures. Quand elle décide de s’arrêter pour les retirer, elle a la surprise de voir des dizaines de longues épines piquées dans ses chaussures. C’est la même chose pour nous mais nous n’avons rien senti, les semelles épaisses ayant absorbées les épines. Pour elle, par contre, chaque épine a traversé et lui blesse la plante des pieds … Opération épilation des chaussures, le gardien l’aide gentiment.
Nous regagnons la voiture en traversant un joli champ de coton. Il va être temps de gagner la ville, de trouver l’hôtel et de songer à manger mais c’était sans compter sur les photographes qui trouvent que la campagne est bien jolie, les coupeuses de canne bien colorées, les vaches qui se désaltèrent vers une pompe bien photogéniques …
Nous déambulons dans les jardins, lézardons sur les remparts pour admirer la Tapti en contrebas. Il y a des beaux ghats, des barges et bateaux … nous irions bien y faire un petit tour … Impossible d’y accéder en tonga, bien trop pentu pour ces engins, donc c’est parti pour une ballade à pied en passant par une ruelle moyenâgeuse bordée sur un côté par des maisons très hautes avec de très petites ouvertures qui donnent sur un égout à ciel ouvert, cochons qui fourragent dans l’égout, coupeurs de bois, femme à la balance (pour peser le bois ?), gamins qui nous suivent joyeusement, jeune fille au coq … Enfin, nous arrivons sur les ghats, mais de là, finalement, la vue sur le palais n’est pas extraordinaire, nous ne sommes pas pile en face
Après avoir déposé nos chaussures dans une guérite réservée à cet effet, avec numéro de casier, nous entrons dans la partie la plus sainte du Dargah, rutilante et éclatante de blancheur. Quelques tombeaux ripolinés de frais, (nous rentrerons dans le premier seulement, où les pèlerins embrassent le tombeau religieusement, tournent autour rapidement avant de sortir pour recommencer dans le tombeau suivant), une immense cour dallée de marbre, un très grand tapis de prières, des femmes assises sur le tapis … Malkit, qui d’habitude déteste les lieux de culte musulmans est rentré, s’est couvert la tête avec son mouchoir blanc spécial temple sikh et il déambule avec nous et semble-t-il avec plaisir dans le Dargah !
Nous quittons cet endroit après encore quelques photos d’hommes et retrouvons les rumeurs de la ville, le clic clac des métiers à tisser, les ânes, cochons, buffles qui se mélangent avec la population dans les petites rues (assez propres, à signaler !) qui nous ramènent vers le bazar. Nous essayons de visiter la mosquée Bibri, une vieille mosquée de basalte noir mais elle semble fermée depuis des lustres. C’est l’heure de la prière dans la grande mosquée de la ville et nous ne verrons que la cour.
Le clac – clac des métiers à tisser, les ballots déposés sur les pas de porte en attendant d’être chargés, les gens qui prennent le frais devant leur maison … tout cela nous enchante depuis la tonga. Il commence à faire un peu sombre pour les photos et c’est dommage car nous arrivons juste dans le quartier des fabricants de ficelles et de cordes, semble-t-il une autre spécialité de la ville. Hommes, femmes et enfants, travaillent le long des rues, à tourner d’antiques roues de vélo (cela y ressemble en tout cas), qui servent à fabriquer ficelles et cordes, blanches ou noires pour la plupart.
