The Berbers that settled this area took environmental adaptation to a whole other level and built underground homes that provided shelter from the desert inferno. Resembling bomb craters these dwellings would probably be overlooked if you did not know they were there. Not far from Matmata we stopped at one of these subterranean abodes, had some tea, and then a look around. There is a certain 'human zoo' type awkwardness to such visits but I will say it is worth a look. And, in the end, it does provide a much needed source of income for the locals.
|Ok, cue the kitten, the sheep, and the woman grinding millet aaaaaaaaand, "Action!!"|
|"I love you so much I could just...just....SQUEEZEYOURF***INGHEADOFF!!!!! ARRRRRGH.....|
Our dejection led us directly to nap time. Phil was still recovering from a bout of food poisoning and I had not really slept all that well myself the previous evening. Unfortunately, my slumber was soon interrupted by the din of giddy tourists checking out nearby rooms. I emerged from our cave to discover a father slowly entering a room with a video camera to the delight of his teenage children. This image was punctuated by the conveyer belt of tourists pouring off the buses into our hotel. It was just neato [insert derisive sarcastic tone here]. And although it would have been inexcusably petulant I had every desire to walk around sans pants while drooling and scratching my naughty region. It just felt like the thing to do. Would that be wrong? Sure. But, more importantly, would that be funny? Definitely.
Recognizing the futility of trying to snooze I grabbed my pack and went for a stroll. As I left the hotel I noticed a small hill nearby with a rocky plateau that appeared to provide a decent view of the area. My stroll turned into a short hike. It was a good call as the view was excellent and the breeze on top brisk and refreshing.
|I can't be sure but I think this is the face I make when I am constipated.|
After my hike it was time to go to Luke's house. I'd grown up with Luke but had never actually visited his home. It was high time I rectified this. By Luke I am of course referring to Luke Skywalker and by home I am referring to the Hotel Sidi Driss. This is where scenes from Star Wars: Episode IV and Star Wars: Episode II were shot. This is the location where Luke dined with his aunt and uncle while discussing their new droids and his future. It is also where young Aniken visited younger versions of Luke's aunt and uncle. Yes, I realize that it is a bit cheesy but I still could not contain my giddiness at being in Luke's house. The problem is I fucking love Star Wars, especially the originals. Love it. When I was a kid those movies blew my socks off. I could shit myself just sifting through the nostalgia. George Lucas may be a consummate douche packer in real life but he really knew how to capture people's imagination, at least with first series. And just to emphasize the surreal nature of my visit I had a few beers from the hotel bar. Not very Jedi-like but damn entertaining. Obi-Wan would be disappointed.
I have read that the bar seen from the first Star Wars film was also shot here but it was difficult to see how this is possible as the bar area is extremely small. It must have been all about camera angles. I will be forced to view Episode IV for the 1,210,596th time in order to be sure. Gosh, I sure am cool. If you really want to hit the "Balls To The Wall" setting on the Dork-o-meter check out Wookieepedia.
|This is a picture of Luke Skywalker's house from outer space. Outer space!! You could tell me that's not cool but you be a f***ing liar. From outer space. |
Get it? Awesome.
|Without the arrow who know's where you'd end up. Dagobah?|
|Nothing screams authenticity like a Star Wars beach towel hanging on the wall.|