Sahara Man. Travelling with the Tuareg. - Jeremy Keenan
KORTE INHOUD
Last autumn Jeremy Keenan flew to Algeria, a country that had been virtually closed to the outside world throughout the 1990s by a bloody civil war. He was in search of the Tuareg, the fearsome indigo-veiled nomadic warlords of the Central Sahara with whom he had lived as a young anthropologist during the 1960s. Few knew more about them than Keenan, but even then their way of life was under threat and after he left in 1971 he could never bear to return, afraid of what he would find. Now, thirty years later, and against all advice, he was going back. Landing in Tamanrasset, which he remembered as a small French colonial town, Keenan found a sprawling concrete jungle and despaired of ever making contact with his Tuareg friends, until a chance meeting set him on his way. Travelling with them into their traditional fortress, the vast mountainous area of Ahaggar, in the tracks of bandits and sleeping beside caves decorated with prehistoric cave paintings, Keenan discovered that the Tuareg who, after the horrors of...
