Building in Sidi Rabat

When the long narrow stretch of coastal lands became national park there were people living there. There were several families that had claims to land and there were two villages: not only Sidi Rabat but also Tifnit. Some fishermen have built houses inside the face of the cliffs. The population of the endangered Black Ibis has stabilized thanks to the ban on grazing in the National Park. But a new challenge has emerged: illegal housebuilding. It will be hard to stem the tide and bring to a standstill the growing number of dwellings that infringe on the building rules. The culprit is beach tourism. The locals want to profit too from the development of the Atlantic coast south of Agadir. Maybe new built houses are not allowed, but in Sidi Rabat the original homes were not more than huts. Those huts are now transformed into modern villas. In 2014 when I was here with Bert and friends we stayed in one such villa. It was big and luxuriously appointed. From my bedroom I saw renovation work being carried out on a former fisherman's hut. Coming back almost all the huts are renovated. Sidi Rabat is an amazing place to stay if you don't mind it that the village is out of the way and the lack of touristic amenities.

The Black Ibis

The stretch of Atlantic coast between mouth of the rivers Souss and Massa is since 1991 a National Park. It is an area of sand dunes, grazed steppes, sandy beaches, cliffs interspersed with wetlands. The steppes are now reserved for the gazelle and the Black Ibis. The Black Ibis used to be plentiful between Morocco and Turkey, but has become endangered due to urbanization and over grazing. The area is home to three of the four breeding grounds of the bird. It is now 95% of its population in the entire world. The Black Ibis breeds in the holes in the cliffs where they are safe from predators. Since the foundation of the National Park grazing on the lands behind the cliffs became prohibited for sheep and goats. This ensured that the population of the Black Ibis has now more or less stabilized. In the fall of 2014 when we were staying in Sidi Rabat Abdelrahman took us for a trip along the top of the cliffs between Sidi Rabat and Tifnit. There is no road but the ground is flat and firm. We could take the car. Driving slowly and carefully we came upon a flock of about twenty Black Ibises right at the edge of the cliffs. They were very close! We immediately stopped and I got my sketchbook out. We kept very quiet and I could make this drawing without disturbing them. It took about half an hour to get the birds on paper. All the while they acted as if we weren't there at all. Later when I read up on the Black Ibis on the Internet I saw posts by ornithologists who were proud to have seen a couple of birds from afar. Then I realized how lucky I had been.

On the Atlantic coast

Leaving Al Massira Airport in our rented Hyunda i10 darkness had descended. Fortunately Bert and I knew the road well and Bert also has an App on her phone that works as a GPS. It doesn't have every location in Morocco as we discovered later, but it promised that it would bring us to Sidi Rabat. If you have driven the road once you can always retrace it. It's that easy. All you have to do at every roundabout is follow the signs for Tiznit on the N1. There are a great many roundabouts before we turn off for Sidi Rabat and that turn off is not at a roundabout. We left Agadir to the right. After driving through a string of merrily lit up villages we finally came to the dark countryside and eventually the turn-off. The road goes in a straight line through the flat agricultural land. In a small village at the t-junction we take a right and after 8km we are in Sidi Rabat where the road ends in the sand of the beach. Sidi Rabat is situated in what is the Souss Massa National Park home of the Black Ibis. It's there where Abdelrahman has a B&B. I don't know if it is his entirely. I think he co-owns it with Germans. Foreigners can not 'own' anything outright. That is the prerogative of the people whose family originate from here. But whether it is because of the Germans or Abdelrahman the B&B in the dunes is excellent. Before bed Abdelrahman makes us a Omelette Berbère in a tagine. We fall asleep with the sound of the ocean in our ears. In the morning we wake up to the sound of twittering birds. We walk in the cool sea air to the beach where I make the first sketch of this trip.