As part of the myths and archetypal dream research for the We All Have Five Fingers Project, I visited the tiny Bedik tribe in the remote southeast corner of Senegal.
No roads, no electricity, no running water, but they made wine—palm wine.
|The the head winemaker carefully works his magic with the juice squeezed from palm dates at the Bedik (Bedick) tribe village of Andyel (Andjel), Senegal, Africa.|
Just like grape wine, palm wine can only be made when the dates are fully ripe to get the most sugar. And fortune smiled on me. The dates were nice and juicy when I visited.
|Kids climb the tall palms to pick the ripe dates in the morning. The Bedik live on the only mountains in Senegal. You can see that the rest of the country is pancake flat. Bedik (Bedick) tribe village of Andyel (Andjel), Senegal, Africa.|
|All of the men gather to watch the wine making process in the shade of the huge tree at the edge of the village. Bedik (Bedick) tribe, Andyel (Andjel) village, Senegal, Africa.|
But unlike alcoholic drink most backwardly slow western winemakers create, the Bedik wine magician goes from harvest to drinking all in one day. (What could the French learn about product turn around from the remote Bedik?)
|With temperatures well above 100 F, fermentation doesn't take long. Bedik (Bedick) tribe, Andyel (Andjel) village, Senegal, Africa.|