Perched atop a rugged pinkish red plateau, Kawkaban literally means “two stars”. It is also called “the eagle nest” and at 2800 meters above sea level, the fortified historical sight provided excellent views of the huge open Yemeni countryside. With history dating back to nearly 7th century BC, Kawkaban was the prettiest place I  visited in Yemen mainland. Located in the pleasant Al Mahweet region, Kawkaban was more than an hour’s drive from Sanaa and we stopped at Shibam on the way. Mahweet was Yemen’s food bowl and an agriculturally rich region, it was also important in honey production. Art flourished there for centuries and the governorate was famous for clay, ceramic, glass, granite and marble handicraft industries. Multitude of springs gushed through its fertile wadis and the misty mountains were lush and green.

The road to Kawkaban

The road to Kawkaban

A day trip to Kawkaban

Al Mahweet travel plans took up another unoccupied Sanaa day and getting permits for the region were harder than the previous itinerary. Kawkaban was my second day trip outside Sanaa and one very early morning Mohamed and I drove out of the city. Due to our early start, there was no traffic and we sped over the vast Yemeni plains, stopping every now and then for either Houthi check points or photos. It was yet another beautiful spring day and the open sky showered us with abundant sunshine. Cool breeze brought in wafts of floral and fruity fragrances and the mountains circled us. Although, the new village of Shibam was the first stop on our itinerary, the pinkish orange mountains tempted us to continue driving. The twisting winding road continued through tree clad slopes and we followed it until clouds engulfed us in their cottony insides. The flat pastoral emptiness of the table top plateau opened up in a most surprising way and soon big floppy straw hats dotted the landscape. The highlands were covered with tall yellow grass and Bedouin shepherd ladies weaved in and out between them like colourful will o wisps.

a shepherdess of kawkaban

The typical pointy straw hat of a Yemeni shepherdess

The witches of the Yemeni highlands

Bathed in deep shade of gold, the hilly emptiness of Yemen looked spectacular and only flecks of herding animals were visible from amongst the swirling mist. Kawkaban stood on the other side of a deep chasm and in the bold afternoon light, the fortified historic village glowed like rich honey. It was Yemen at its prettiest and the cool mountain air felt wonderfully fresh. Excited to be away from a trash strewn land, we left our car there on top of the clean mountain and hiked down to the bottom. It was an easy hike for both feet and eyes and the amount of straw hats seen on the highlands seemed incredible. Yemeni ladies have a hat fetish and floppy, conical or tubular, the local straw headgears were most fascinating. The witchy looking sun shades called madhalla towered atop black robed ladies and the magical combination poked from among the brown plains, amidst green fields and underneath flower filled apricot branches. I stared at them all the way down to Shibam where we booked a local restaurant for lunch and the foothill village was as pretty as it could get. Mahweet’s pinkish red bulbous mountains were the perfect break and with spring flowers blooming riotously, a walk through the entire landscape bathed in pink, was simply relaxing. Lunch was at a traditional restaurant that served the rare Yemeni cuisine and it was a feast fit for a king.

The mountain top location of Kawkaban

The remote refuge of Kawkaban

The lunch arrived with a stream of staff bearing massive platters and after the unfurling of the signature plastic sheet, they placed all of them in front of us. Soups, salads, breads, rice, main courses, side dishes, deserts and endless cups of tea spread in front of us. The lunch was siesta inducing, but Kawkaban beckoned and I followed my Mohammed back to the taxi. This time we did not stop anywhere en route and drove non stop until Kawkaban city gate arrived. An ancient fortified town, Kawkaban was special. It dated back to the 7th century and the beautiful fortified citadel had only one gate that was ritually closed every night. An old Yemeni cultural hot seat, Kawkaban was the capital of an important 19th century Yemeni dynasty and it was famous for its affiliated school of music. Named after two jewel encrusted palaces, Kawkaban’s sheer location provided refuge to low lying Shibam residents throughout centuries. Supposedly one of the toughest places to conquer in Yemen, during times of conflict, Shibamites used to scurry up the single cliff path to seek shelter in remote Kawkaban. The hill top town’s massive grain silos and water tanks ensured sustenance during siege and although, a new modern paved road made Kawkaban easier to be accessed, the architectural remnants of its unshakable history were visible throughout the fortification.

Shibam lay at the foot of the Kawkaban

Shibam lay at the foot of the Kawkaban

The old unconquered fortified village

Old kingdom of Sheba lurked at every corner of Kawkaban and the crumbling honey coloured houses were most photogenic. The late afternoon light fell in golden shafts and the entire village literally glowed. Clouds bore down on us and scurry village children selling prickly cactus pears from buckets came running towards us. A cold breeze fluttered the green flags of mosque and after the customary checking of my passport and travel permit by the Houthi guards, we were allowed to walk around the village. Simply built Turkish barracks stood at the entrance of the famous iron Bab al Hadid gate and they immediately gave away Yemen’s Ottoman past. Kawkaban was small and the historic center held beautiful honey coloured sand stone buildings. The dilapidated buildings were full of character and some showed remnants of Yemen’s Jewish history.

The golden hued stone buildings of Kawkaban

The time warped beauty of Kawkaban

The lovely 18th century mosque Ash-Sharifah was a striking building and its circular stone ablution pool reminded me of step wells in India. The village walk was beautiful and Kawkaban was like a lost time warped place. It was siesta time and the little village was bathed in a quiet, golden glow. Light and skies played magical illusions and we explored until it was time for the sun to set. Slowly the village stirred to life and quaint Yemeni rural people sipped tea, stared and called out greetings to us. Bright blue shutters were hurled open and strong breeze scattered petals from the apricot blossoms in handfuls. With the soft sun turning the sky into beautiful violet and lilac, the fresh mountain breeze grew colder and we huddled in our jackets while hiking our way down. Shibam lay below and it was the last stop of our day.

The typical pointy straw hat of a Yemeni shepherdess in Kawkaban

The typical pointy straw hat of a Yemeni shepherdess

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