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J'ai la possibilité de me rendre pendant 7 à 10 jours au Caire. Pendant cette période, qu'est-il conseillé de voir ? Faut-il rester sur place ou aller dans d'autres villes ? Quels sont les coins sympa pour sortir le soir ?

Merci

Bon j'aimerais partir avec mon copain au maroc au mois d'aout mais je ne sais pas si c'est l'idéal au niveau température???? merci de me filer des infos

a bientôt!

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Je compte partir une semaine au maroc avec mon mari en avril.

Je desirerai faire un trek de 3 jours (avec un guide), suivi d'un séjour au bord de mer.

Quels endroits me conseillez-vous ?

Comment puis-je organiser ce sejour ?

Deja sur les jeans on utilisait de l'indigo pour colorer en bleu

Pour avoir du rouge, allons cueillir un coquelicot

Un petit detour par les epices de la cuisine, du safran pour la paella mais aussi pour le jaune

Ne pas confondre la menthe du whisky berbere avec sa verte version sauvage

Du henne marron pour decorer les mains en toutes saisons

Et le khol pour noircir les yeux des galantes dames

La neige fraiche a seulement 80 km de Marrakech, 2700 m d'altitude

L'herbe bien verte, bien tendre de la vallee de l'Ourika, petit paradis tranquille

Au bonheur des surfeurs, l'eau salee d'Essaouira, ville maritime plein de charme

Que nous sommes petits au pied des gorges du Todra, 300m de roche verticale

Le mystere de cette terre rouge, au fond de la vallee du Dades

Ces merveilleuses portes en bois decouvertes au detour d'une ruelle

La finesse architecturale, la richesse des motifs en stuc au coeur de la medersa Ben Youssef

A Ouarzazate, a la croisee des chemins, les mosaiques au plafond d'une vieille kasbah

La douceur d'un jus d'orange presse au milieu de la foule de Djema el Fna

Le reconfort d'une assiete berbere apres tant de route entre Atlas et Sargho

Apres de longues deambulations dans les souks, un the a la menthe pour rafraichir

Grand peche de gourmandise, mais qui peut resister aux patisseries marocaines face a la mer

Et les inombrables tajines au poulet, au poisson, a la viande ou kefta

Sentir les amandiers en fleur dans la palmeraie de Tinehir

Jeter un oeil rapide dans une tannerie, odeur indescriptible de cuir, de peau et de graisse

Medina, mellah, jardins, ... de l'encens pour nous suivre partout

Le calme serein, le bleu mysterieux, les bougainvilliers envoutants du jardin Majorelle

Ksar de Ait Benhadou, les incontournables chameaux pour les touristes en manque de photos

Les babouches jaunes, rouges, roses, marrons, noires aux pieds de cette foule immense

Et les "Inch Allah" qui nous accompagnent partout et resonnent encore dans nos oreilles

En melangeant toutes ces couleurs, ces saveurs, ces matieres, ces odeurs..

Nous obtenons un fabuleux pays...

Le MAROC tout simplement !

Salut tout le monde,

J'aimerais avec des amis monter un projet humanitaire.

La destination m'est égal par contre ce qui me plairait c'est d'aider à construire une école et plus tard aider: par exemple alphabetiser les enfants ou les sensibiliser à quelque chose qui m'est chére comme le theatre. Evidemment il faudrait que ce soit dans un pays francophone. Le probléme c'est qu'il faut qu'il y est une volonté locale pour fonder une école et je ne sais pas comment entrer en contact avec des gens sur place capable d'assurer le fonctionnement de l'école une fois celle-ci construite.

Merci de m'aider car j'ai plein d'idées et de projets mais je ne sais pas comment les réaliser.

Salut.😉

🙁 Bonjour à tous!!!!

Suite à mon premier message je n'ai eu aucune réponse jusqu'à présent....( je désespère 😕)

N'y a-t-il personne qui puisse me donner des infos sur Marrakech et sur cet hôtel en particulier, Palmariva club coralia.J'attends vos réponses avec impatience.

Merci beaucoup et à très vite!!!!

Hi there,

Last February, I made a trip using "public transport" from France to southern Senegal via Spain, Morocco, Western Sahara, and Mauritania.

It’s a journey of about 5,000 km, where I took trains (as far as Marrakech), ferries (to cross Gibraltar and then to reach Casamance from Dakar), and mostly buses on the long desert straightaways. I hadn’t planned any stops in advance or booked any hotels, except for the very first train to Spain, which left plenty of room for the unexpected. Why travel by land and sea? In recent years, flight-free travel has been gaining popularity. On social media, posts explaining how to cross Europe by train as quickly as possible go viral. Traveling without flying—and making sure people know about it—has become a great way to earn a badge of eco-responsibility: an essential totem for anyone wanting to prove both their dedication to the ecological cause and the wisdom of slow travel. I haven’t flown in years, and this journey to West Africa could easily be filed under "responsible travel." But it wouldn’t be honest to say that: in reality, it wasn’t really my aversion to flying that motivated this long trek. I see overland travel primarily as a way to experience the world’s geography at a grounded, earthly pace—the pace of the locals. Besides, I’ll be flying back, which disqualifies any claim to being a model of sustainability. So no eco-badge, and no adventurer’s badge either: you won’t find any heroic tales of camel rides in lost lands or mineral train wagons in this account (popular with influencers, the Mauritania iron ore train now attracts tourists from all over the world, turning "the experience" into something you "have to do at least once in your life"). This five-part story, written on the road, has no other ambition than to recount a journey through places and people, and to share the thoughts they inspire in me. As simply and, I hope, as humbly as possible.

I’m posting the episodes here, which you can also find on my blog (with more photos) at the following links:

Episode 1: Spain, from Avignon to Algeciras

Episode 2: Morocco, from Tangier to Tarfaya

Episode 3: Western Sahara, from Tarfaya to Guerguerat

Episode 4: Mauritania, from Guerguerat to Nouakchott

Episode 5: Senegal, from Rosso to Saloulou

To help those who might want to make the same trip, I’ve also put together a summary of the route with recommendations—you can read it at the end of the story and on the blog: From France to Senegal Without Flying: Route and Itinerary Recommendations

Happy reading, and safe travels!

As I’ve mentioned elsewhere, I inherited my love of travel from my parents and some of my grandparents. A strong passion, but one that was unfortunately limited by our family’s modest resources. Back then, living in northern Alsace, a simple trip to the southern part of the region—with the Wine Route as our destination—felt like an extraordinary journey to a land of plenty for the little boy I was in the late 60s and early 70s. Everything seemed so huge when you were still just a kid. Back then, I was overwhelmed by countless sensations—I was already highly sensitive, with a keen mind and a nose and taste buds that were developing like a pro’s. Which, as I’d later realize, wasn’t always an advantage.



Those magical days always began with a gentle late-spring or midsummer morning. The interior of the white Peugeot 404, license plate 210 LZ 67, had already soaked up the sun before the engine purred to life, and the cabin gave off a scent I could still recognize today—a fragrance I found so pleasant. Back then, I had no idea it was just the smell of warm plastic from the car’s interior. Yes, the scents of the 404 on sunny days became my madeleine de Proust... What’s more, the whole family was unusually cheerful because those moments of relaxation and leisure were rare. Everyone worked, and no one had an easy job or was well paid. Without the *Trente Glorieuses*, these experiences might never have happened.



Once we crossed the canton’s borders, I felt like I was light-years away from my everyday surroundings, and every kilometer plunged me deeper into *terra incognita*. It was thrilling. Far from my so-called "medium-sized" town, wheat fields, cornfields, and cabbage patches stretched out, punctuated by tall poles connected by long wires and topped with vegetation—like giant clotheslines without laundry, where magical beanstalks might grow to touch the sky. Back then, I was still far from tasting their product, which was simply beer. At the time, there was still a significant local hop production. Fun fact: it wasn’t until 2002 that Anglo-Saxon scientists proved hops and cannabis belong to the same biological family.

After the fields, the landscape took another step up as it rolled past the little boy’s eyes, often glued to the windows. First came modest hills, then a succession of rolling slopes that soon formed an unbroken chain. Their 700 meters in altitude felt like Himalayan peaks to me—impressive, inert giants, a whole new world. Gazing at them, an intense emotion welled up somewhere between my stomach and lungs, nearly taking my breath away. What mysteries, what treasures did these heights hold? And then there were the cherries on top—the crowning touch that made the scene even more magical: proud, majestic castles perched on the summits like impassive sentinels. Monuments from the past, yet firmly rooted in the present on their rocky spurs. The little boy’s eyes sparkled—he’d been given a castle for Christmas, complete with battlements, towers, a drawbridge, and fully armed knights. He’d watched and lived *Ivanhoe* on the only French TV channel that existed back then.

Only once did my paternal grandfather join us on one of these trips. A tall, intelligent man with a face that could shift from stern to mischievous, clearly full of humor and charisma. Sadly, his relationship with alcohol had taken a toll on his life and, by extension, those of his loved ones. He had a strong personality—if his boss crossed the line, he wouldn’t hesitate to punch him, which meant he went through a lot of different jobs. Back then, you could quit one job and easily find another. It was quite something to see him in his final stages, hallucinating pink elephants and even drinking perfume when he had nothing else left. The last time I saw him, he’d slipped away from the doctors and nurses while hospitalized in pretty bad shape—at least, I assume his liver was the issue. We were sitting down for a family lunch when the door burst open, and there he stood in his pajamas, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly pleased with the dramatic entrance. That theatrical moment didn’t spare us from burying him a few months later at the age of 71. One day, my mother told me the family doctor had quietly remarked that it was a shame—with his robust constitution, he could’ve lived to be a hundred. Yes, the family doctor—this was the man who’d come treat you any day, at almost any hour, just for a phone call. It really existed, it’s not a myth!

That day, his wife—my paternal grandmother—was also along for the ride. Everyone agreed that Jeannette was a good woman. She worked as a waitress at *Le Tigre*, the biggest brasserie in town, right in the center. Most customers preferred to be served by her, including local dignitaries and even the mayor. As a kid, I didn’t find her very fun, open, or warm—she seemed a bit stern. Back then, women in their fifties already had the face and build of grandmothers. Same went for men, don’t get me wrong. I had no idea about the struggles she faced because of her husband. I didn’t know that 30 years earlier, she’d had to flee Alsace while pregnant, under threat from Nazi fighter-bombers. I didn’t know she’d had several miscarriages, and that my father—her only surviving child, born prematurely in March 1940 at the other end of France—weighed less than a kilo at birth and was so tiny he could fit in a shoebox. Hard to imagine he’d grow into a strapping man nearly 1.80 meters tall, tipping the scales at 100 kilos. When you come back from summer camp in early August and ask why she didn’t pick you up with your parents, and they gently tell you she’s "in heaven," you don’t realize she passed away at 54 after suffering greatly from stomach cancer that had spread.

Back to that family outing, that enchanted parenthesis. I even remembered where we’d had lunch when I passed through Dambach-la-Ville decades later. One of those charming, flower-filled towns Alsace produces in abundance—and preserves so well. This one sits high on a hill, and I was a bit stunned on the parking lot because the view stretched far, revealing the Alsace plain below—its fields, villages, hills, and forests. The world seemed so vast and enticing that day, even though I was only glimpsing a tiny fraction of it.



The region was already very touristy, but I wouldn’t notice the downsides until much later. That Sunday noon, I discovered a large restaurant filled with diners. I can still see the enormous piece of meat they served me, decorated with a little wooden skewer topped with a flag. I kept that one for a long time. Those were the golden days of rich, flowing, thick sauces—so flavorful—and the era of the world’s best fries, made on the spot with the best potatoes. To top it off, I was *exceptionally* allowed a small bottle of apple juice, Orangina, or—even better if possible—Sinalco. Yes, Sinalco—like Orangina, but better. A brand that must’ve disappeared in the 70s, but why, and what a shame! Since then, Orangina’s little bubbles have taken the brand to the other side of the planet—it’s now Japanese.

Year after year, I’d eagerly await that ecstatic moment when the most beautiful castle in Alsace, the Haut-Koenigsbourg, appeared in my field of vision. The perfect model, the archetype that blended into the landscape at the height of a child’s dreams. The trip home always felt like a reality check—less jarring than an alarm clock, but more diffuse and melancholic. From then on, there was only one wish: *When do we leave again?*

We arrive in the evening in Marrakesh, and a taxi arranged by our friendly Riad is waiting for us. The driver takes us to the door, where we’re briefly greeted by our hosts. The room is heated—phew—because it’s really cold on this January 17th for our arrival. Riad Alisma, where we’re staying for 2 nights. The next morning, it’s pouring rain when we wake up, but after a good breakfast, the rain has calmed down. Off we go to the medersa, which allows for a relatively sheltered visit. We’d visited this palace 15 years ago—it’s been renovated since then.





From there, without the rain, we wander aimlessly and eventually end up near the tanneries, but it’s Sunday, and there’s very little activity. Of course, we get hassled by a tout.



Here, the hides after being treated with lime—I love the colors.

We part ways a bit annoyed. He gets a little revenge by giving us bad directions, and we end up outside the city walls. We decide to take a taxi to the new modern art museum—60 dirhams for the 5 km, which is nothing when you think about it. That tout, who we didn’t ask for anything and made it clear we weren’t buying anything, dragged us into a shop supposedly only open that day and demanded 50 dirhams for his "services"! Let’s forget that bad moment and enjoy the exhibition at the MACAL.



The taxi on the way back drops us off at Place des Ferblantiers, not far from our Riad. We’re a little peckish—it’s worth mentioning that at lunchtime, we only ate a plate of beans from a street vendor. So, we buy a bunch of little sweets, each more delicious than the last, at Ajar. We snack while sipping mint tea and watching life go by around us. A final visit to the Museum of Moroccan Cuisine on our way back helps us dodge a few more showers. Then it’s back to the Riad. The atmosphere in the city is heating up—it’s the AFCON final tonight. The temperatures, though? Not so much. We ordered a meal at the Riad, and it was a good call—not only was it really tasty, but the rain also picked up again. Our day in Marrakesh ends under the covers with a good book and some photo sorting. Still, we managed 10,750 steps. View of our Riad



Tomorrow, we’ll pick up our rental car from Medloc and head to Essaouira.

Hello again!

If you'd like to post non-contest photos or chat about this month's theme, this is the place! 🙂

Hey fellow travelers!

This isn’t meant to be a full-on travel journal—just a little springtime dip into the Moroccan coast (and maybe a bit more if we click).

For our third trip to this country, we set off for 8 days in early June 2025, *sure* we’d be greeted by non-stop sunshine...



...and well, that didn’t happen! The gray stuck around for a day, then two, then three (while back home in the Landes, we had gorgeous sunshine 🤦‍♂️😂).

Now, unlike us, the Morocco experts here probably already know this, but apparently, it’s pretty common—especially in spring—when the warm air from inland meets the cool ocean breeze. Locals even have to warm up with hot water bottles, can you believe it? 😄!



And of course, it had to happen now, since our plan is to follow the coast from Essaouira to Mirleft!!

Oh well, we’ll see how it goes—but luckily, this first stunning sunset made up for the weather 🌅.



See you soon to anyone who’s up for it! 😊

Hey there, forum friends 😉

Some of you have mentioned missing the activity on this Indian "page," so let’s try to liven things up a bit—with joy and good vibes (mandatory with me 😜). Plus, it’ll make Jojoone happy 😊.

As big lovers of India—we’ve been six times—my co-traveler husband and I decided to explore Rajasthan this time around. The reason we waited so long to come here? We were dreading the tourist crowds in this state. But thanks to the timing (late March to early April 2024, which is starting to get pretty hot) and Aleph’s great tips, we were *very* far from mass tourism.

We spent three weeks getting around on our own for transport: mostly taxis and trains.

And I’ll admit, we had a rather "Arabian Nights" experience, far from the "real" India (Marien, if you’re reading this 😉). So this travel journal makes no claims other than to share what we saw, experienced, and felt—with all our ignorance about this country (which I’m fully aware of).

But fair warning: I go overboard with emojis, and this journal is super casual because it’s the one I share, almost in "live" mode, with our loved ones.

So, if you’re here, consider yourself almost part of the family 😄.

See you soon and....

Hotel La suerte loca in Sidi Ifni. Move along quickly! LIAR AND DISHONEST. Not to mention the state of the rooms. That’ll come later.

I booked three nights on-site without a bathroom in room (No. 16). I had called the day before to check availability. The next day, they told me I couldn’t stay in that room on the third night but offered to move me to another room—even more run-down than this one—and without a bathroom. They claimed there had been a mistake and the room was already booked, which is completely false. I’ve been traveling for 20 years and can spot hoteliers’ tricks. The woman running the place checked all her online sites and her schedule before confirming the room was available. She was sure. Especially since they display the booking schedule in front of each room to avoid mistakes. So, a pure lie. For what reason?

For me, two options: either take the run-down room for cheaper without a bathroom or leave. Great customer service. I found another hotel, Safa, a bit further away, at the same price with breakfast—100 times more luxurious and comfortable than this place. Or just down on the beach, Hotel Aït Baamrane, same price or even negotiable, and still much more comfortable.

When I left in the morning, they barely said goodbye, not a word of apology, no gesture to make up for kicking me out. NOTHING, NADA!

The woman running the place, with her fake friendliness and hypocrisy, only cares about one thing: money.

Otherwise, the place could be great if it were properly maintained. Instead of repainting the balconies, they should replace the mattresses, which are completely wrecked. The only good thing about this hotel is its location above the sea.

Otherwise, Room No. 16 was recently repainted. Every time someone uses the water, there’s a huge noise from the pipes and vibrations. The walls are paper-thin (figuratively speaking)—when neighbors talked or coughed, it was like they were in the room with me.

I had to wait to check in because of cleaning, but once inside, the bedside tables and the table were filthy (see photo). In the bathroom, there’s a stale smell of old urine and sewage due to the worn-out toilet pipes (see photo), with minimal lighting. The showerhead is disgustingly dirty. The gray duvet is dirty and very old, as are the blankets, which are dusty and grimy. The Wi-Fi worked in the room the first day but not the next.

And finally, the worst part: the mattress is completely wrecked and sagging. The springs dig into your body. Horrible! Instead of repainting, they’d do better to change the mattresses.

As for meals, the prices are outrageous. This hotel relies on its old popularity, but it’s not worth 190 dirhams for this room. I’d say it’s barely worth over 100 dirhams. Since I’ve been in Morocco, I’ve stayed in palaces for 130 dirhams with breakfast.

So, my advice: don’t trust the reviews and avoid this place. You’ll find much better at the same price, as mentioned above.

Last October, we landed in Marrakech to spend a few days with family exploring Morocco’s roads. Transport: a rented Dacia. Accommodations: small guesthouses.

Our first stop was just a few kilometers from Marrakech, at a lovely house perfect for relaxing and recharging before continuing. It’s called Bleu House, a little paradise on the outskirts of Marrakech. The welcome was very warm, with a beautiful pool and a lovely garden.

Next, we headed toward the Tichka Pass. The road has really improved in recent years—it’s much easier to drive now. No more getting stuck behind trucks, and today, the construction is practically finished.

Morocco has turned green after the recent rains. It’s a joy for the herds and shepherds.

Hi everyone! I’m heading to Morocco for a full 8 days in early November—it’s my first time visiting. I’m traveling solo and arrive in Agadir on Sunday at 10 PM. I plan to rent a car to get around. I’m reaching out to get your advice so I can plan my trip as well as possible... Here are my questions: 1 - Given my late arrival, is it better to stay overnight in Agadir for the first night? If so, do you have any hotel recommendations, and is transportation easy to arrange at that hour? 2 - Do you have any trusted rental car companies to recommend in Agadir? 3 - For 7 days, here’s the route I’ve planned: Agadir → Taroudant → Taliouine → Tafraoute → Tiznit → Agadir. Does this route seem good (not too short, not too long, any spots worth adding?), considering I enjoy driving? 4 - Should I book my accommodations in advance? Thanks in advance for your recommendations! I hope these questions aren’t too repetitive compared to what’s already been asked on the forum. Sébastien

I’m not going back, the trip is in the past. I’m posting it anyway because the country probably hasn’t changed enough to make the story outdated, and the astonishing beauty of the place deserves to be shared here.

Saturday, May 31, 2014 Mulhouse - Marrakech

A flight that drags on for three and a half hours. Everything goes smoothly until immigration. Like almost everywhere, you have to fill out a little form with your details and arrival address. The problem comes when you hand it to the customs officer with your passport. Right away, you see the lines are way too long for the number of officers working. I steer Dom toward a line further to the left that’s clearly moving faster than the middle ones. Then I firmly pull him to the far left where I think I spotted a new counter opening. Big mistake. Huge. Because that line is notorious for how slowly the security agent checks each person. At 10 minutes per person, with about fifteen ahead of us, we’re looking at two and a half hours. The wait becomes torture. Everyone gets edgy. We watch enviously as people who were way behind us initially zip through the other lines. You feel like complaining. My advice? Don’t. You have no idea how much a pissed-off customs officer can ruin your day! The rule: stay calm and suck it up. Once that hurdle’s over, a taxi and boom, we’re at the Gallia, a no-frills but charming hotel just steps from Jemaa El Fna square. This place is insane! It’s teeming with people. You stick out like a sore thumb with your camera—suddenly, a ton of people want to be your best friend! You’re basically a walking wallet!



We’ve got a meet-up with friends who are here on a work trip with their company’s social committee.



We fully embrace our tourist roles—eating at restaurants made for us, with belly dancers who insist we join in. We go with the flow, we’re not prudes, we have a great evening, no way we’re missing out on the fun...



Sunday, June 1, 2014 Marrakech

Super nice breakfast in the hotel’s patio, a real riad, beautifully decorated.



Originally, we’d planned a trip to the Atlas Mountains, but we ended up wandering around the city instead. Before we knew it, we were in the middle of the central souk’s labyrinth. It’s a feast for the eyes, ears, and especially the nose!

Salut à touss , voilà je ves voyager de la France jusqu’aux Benin , je souhaiterais, avis , lconseil , et les informations nécessaires à réaliser mon projet , je compte passer du Maroc , Mauritanie Mali côté ivoire Ghana Togo benin !

J’ai plusieurs question : déjà y’a t’il plus rapide pour atteindre le benin ? Et la piste piste commence reelment à partire d’où ?

J’ai deux chien avec moi en ordre de vaccin et tout se qui va avec , je veut les prendre dite moi ce que vous en pencer ces réalisables ? Quel sont les problèmes et où je pourrai les rencontrer ?

J’aimerais connaître je budget , du bateau avec une voiture pour traverser le détroit ? Pour le Maroc

Pour être en règle avec l’es document , que me faut t’il pour mes papier pour moi , et mon véhicule pour entrer du Maroc , Mauritanie , Mali, côté d’ivoire , Ghana , Togo benin ? Je peut prendre des visa à l’avance pour certain pays dans un autre ? Le prix approximativement de visa pour entre dans ces pays ? Je compte pas trop visité ni faire du tourisme , juste rouler et me rendre chez moi au benin .

D’autre question viendront , je vous remercie pour tout ce qui on lu et qui on pris du temps à me répondre !

Pourquoi pas réaliser un convoi avec certain .

Merci à touss

In early March, full of carefree joy and happy to return to Morocco, we landed in Marrakech under the sun. We spent just one night in Marrakech at the Hôtel Toulousain, as we did on our previous trip. And we booked our 3 nights for the end of our trip, the second half of March... Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! But we’re not there yet...

Our first goal is to reach Magdaz, a mountain village in the Tessaout Valley, sometimes called the lost valley. We discovered the village of Magdaz on this forum, and we were charmed by the photos and comments from travelers who came before us. The road is easy—it’s dry, and the tarmac takes us right to the village gates at over 2,000 meters above sea level. We arrive in the afternoon and are left speechless by the beauty of the place. A jewel of Berber architecture! Perfectly restored granaries and kasbahs!



A young man from the village guides us on the visit and opens the doors to the terraces overlooking the village.

Several magnificent collective granaries have been beautifully restored. The warm colors of the stone capture the light wonderfully. It’s stunning!



We won’t find anything decent to stay overnight there, so we head back down a bit and settle in at the Assounfou guesthouse. Lovely welcome. The place is in excellent condition and very clean. It’s spacious, but we’re the only ones there. First day full of promise!

Printemps 2019 : De Séville à Séville par les villes et villages blancs, une Andalousie encore verte et vide de touristes. Séville, Cordoue, Gibraltar, Maroc (Tétouan, Tanger), Cadix, plus de 1500 km sur les pistes blanches de la vallée du Guadalquivir et les belles routes bosselées de montagne. Chroniques d'un sexagénaire en totale liberté.

Bonjour, nous partons avec mon copain la semaine prochaine au Maroc pour 4 jours et demi sur place exactement. On atterit à Agadir et en repart du même endroit Que peut on faire comme itinéraire sachant qu'on veut découvrir et non lézarder sur la plage toute la journée ^^ La première nuit sera obligatoirement sur Agadir car on atterit à 23h30 😅 La voiture est elle indispensable ? Ou pouvons nous louer des scooters entre chaque grande ville ? Comment est l'état des route ? La conduite des Marocains ? Une agence à recommander pour la voiture ou scooter ?

Je vous remercie !!

Bonjour à tous,

Nous sommes un couple de trentenaire sans enfant et nous faisons un voyage itinérant de Fès à Marrakech sur 7 jours. Nous louerons une voiture au départ de Fès et la rendrons à Marrakech. Nous cherchons à savoir quelles randonnées de 4-6h et quelles balades ≃ 2h nous pourrions faire sur notre itinéraire. Pour infos nous passerons les nuits dans l'ordre : - A Fès (2 nuits) - A Tinghir (1 nuit) - A Ouarzazate (1 nuit) - A Ourika (1 nuit) - A Marrakech (2 nuits)

Les rando un peu sportives sont les bienvenues ! Les petites balades contemplatives aussi !

Est- il nécessaire de prendre un guide pour des rando à la demi-journée ? Quelques coups de coeur culinaires sur le chemin ?

Et si jamais vous avez une agence de location de voiture à conseiller avec un lieu de prise et de retour dans deux villes différentes...

Merci pour vos réponses !

Bonjour à tous, J'ai déjà fait cette boucle il y a 4 ans, et elle était magnifique. J'aimerais y retourner le 24 mars pour 6-7 jours et avoir vos avis SVP sur : les logements, l'état de la route et une ou deux options de visite . et la location de voiture : recommandez-vous toujours autant Concorde car ? ou plutôt une autre société maintenant ? Voici la boucle: Jour 1 : arrivée à Marrakech et on part direct à Ijoukak au gite chez Husseine, via la route tu Tizi'n test Jour 2 : Ijoukak - Tafraoute, via Aït Baha, dodo à la Maison traditionnelle...ou à l'Arganier ? ou autre chose ? Jour 3 : Tafraoute Jour 4 : Tafraoute - Taliouine, dodo à Escale rando (ou à défaut Auberge Souktana) Jour 5 : Taliouine - Foum Zgid , dodo à la Maison d'hôte Hiba Jour 6 : Foum Zgid - Tamnougalt, dodo à l'auberge chez Yacob Jour 7 : Tamnougalt - Pause Telouet (mais où? j'avais été frustrée de passer si vite par ces paysages sublimes ?) et on retourne rendre la voiture à Marrakech (ou à Rabat si c'est possible ?)

Merci infiniment pour vos retours sur les hébergements et les routes notamment, et la question spécifique sur Telouet. Merci et magnifique journée!

Bonjour,

À ceux qui pourront m'aider, je serais heureuse de lire votre avis concernant un itinéraire de voyage au Maroc que nous ferons fin mai avec notre fille de 6 ans.

Quelques informations générales : -premier voyage au Maroc pour tous (j'ai fait rabat et casa en deux jours pour le boulot mais ça ne compte pas :) -premier grand voyage pour notre fille -arrivée le 18 mai à Marrakech, retour le même jour de Marrakech aussi

Vu le contexte, nous nous disions que ce n'était pas une mauvaise idée de faire un itinéraire classique incluant Marrakech et Essaouira. Mais nous aurions souhaité inclure quelque chose en plus comme nous avons quand même 11jours. Du coup nous pensions à Ait Ben Haddou qui a l'air superbe, de même que la route qui y mène. L'inconvénient est que cela nous force à faire un aller retour Marrakech-Ait ben haddou et à passer une nuit supplémentaire à Marrakech car il me semble difficile de faire la route Ait ben haddou Essaouira en un jour avec une enfant. Nous pensons prendre des bus.

Mes questions sont: -cela vaut-il le coup selon vous de faire cet aller retour ? Si non, pensez-vous une chouette excursion de deux trois jours à faire entre Marrakech et Essaouira ? Ou bien pensez-vous qu'on devrait ne pas faire essaouira par exemple et favoriser un itinéraire plus "logique", en continuant plus loin qu'ait ben haddou par exemple (ça a l'air beau, mais cela conviendrait-il à une petite fille qui n'adore pas marcher :)?

Notre idée jusqu'ici : 18: arrivée à Marrakech et installation, 3 nuits sur place 21: départ pour Ait Ben Haddou, deux nuits sur place 23: retour vers Marrakech 24: départ pour Essaouira, 4 ou 5 nuits sur place 28 ou 29, retour vers Marrakech 29 : vol retour

On souhaite faire découvrir plein de choses à notre fille (et à nous-mêmes) mais à un rythme relax, pas au pas de course, car il nous semble aussi important de prendre le temps et le pouls des lieux.

Vos commentaires et vos suggestions sont les bienvenus, merci d'avance de vos conseils !

And there you have it—promise made, promise kept. Here I go! I’m going to try and share our adventure under the Moroccan sun. I’ll do my best to capture how we felt during this trip. And I hope you’ll be kind to a newbie at this!

We planned this trip with the tips we got from this forum, so thank you to everyone who helped us prepare. Thanks to you, we had unforgettable moments.

Here’s our itinerary, which let us see the Atlas Mountains, the oases of the South, the sandy desert, and the Atlantic coast. We landed in Marrakech early in the morning, and our rental car agent was waiting for us at the airport. After sorting out the formalities, we left Marrakech heading toward Ouarzazate.



The heavy traffic in Marrakech quickly gave way to smooth driving. As soon as we left the city, it was calm. And right outside the city, we came across shepherds grazing their sheep by the roadside... It’s definitely a surprise at first! But yes... We’re in Morocco... No doubt about it... We’re in the thick of it! As we started gaining altitude, vendors waved at us, offering dried morels. At first, we weren’t sure what they were selling, but we stopped for tea on a terrace to admire the mountain scenery, and they offered us those famous morels again.





We continued our climb toward Tizi N Tichka... Gigantic valleys stretched out before us. With every turn, we discovered breathtaking landscapes.





Villages built into the hillsides blended into the earth. It was strikingly simple yet harmonious.



At the top of the pass, 2200m up, we stopped to soak in the moment, the fresh air, and the view.

And we carried on toward Ouarzazate. The road was under construction. Mechanical giants were tackling the mountain. But the mountain was enormous. We were impressed by the scale of the work.





Then, we left the main road to head left toward Telouet... It was stunning. The colors changed. Maybe we felt less overwhelmed by the imposing Atlas. Just a personal impression!





Right after passing through Telouet (maybe we’ll shock history buffs—we didn’t visit the kasbah), we went to see the salt mine. It was unexpected. Salt was everywhere. The stream water wound its way between salt crystals and waterfalls. It was really pretty. And then there was the cave. We had a guide for the visit. Stalactites and stalagmites crisscrossed here and there. At the back of the cave, we saw a small lake surrounded by crystals. It was beautiful.







We hit the road again. We drove through stunning landscapes: vast plains for grazing herds, rivers nestled deep in the valleys.



We proudly drove past the ksar Ait Benhaddou without stopping—just long enough to snap a quick photo and keep going so we’d arrive before nightfall.



We made a few small purchases in Ouarzazate and headed straight for the Skoura palm grove, where we’d booked three nights at the guesthouse Kasbah La Palmeraie. Mohamed, the owner, welcomed us warmly, and we shared tea with the family. We felt right at home. We were made to feel welcome.



Dinner was a hit—a real Moroccan meal, a sweet-and-savory dish with steamed vermicelli and chicken. Delicious! A great surprise for us—we’d never tried it before.



After such a long day that started so early, we were happy to crawl into bed. But we felt like the trip was off to the best possible start.

Until tomorrow, if you’d like!

Bonjour,

Savez-vous s'il est possible de visiter les gorges de Selja par un autre moyen que le train lezard rouge, etant donne qu'il n'est pas en operation actuellement? Au niveau securite, y a-t-il des risques a visiter les oasis de montagne (Chebika, Tamerza, Mides) en ce moment?

Merci d'avance!

Bonjour à tous

En janvier, nous voulons faire un petit voyage au Maroc et au Sahara Occidental

Nous voulons effectuer le trajet Assa jusqu'à Smara en Leibouirat

Quelqu'un a-t-il fait cette route récemment? il y a une section pavée

Combien y a-t-il de km et combien de temps cela prend-il?

merci

Bonjour,

Nous (un couple + garçon de 7 ans) réfléchissons à un voyage d'une dizaine de jours au Maroc, à partir d'Agadir. Nous souhaiterions visiter l'intérieur des terres 6-7 jours puis finir dans un hôtel à Agadir pour plus de farniente (et satisfaire notre fils !).

Deux questions : - Est-ce que le climat de cette région-là est agréable fin février ? (je crains les nuits froides, notamment dans les hébergements plus sommaires). Ou pensez-vous qu'il vaut mieux attendre les vacances d'avril ?

- Quel serait LE point de chute sympathique pour passer 6 jours (dépaysant, beaux paysages, marchés et villages...) : nous avons pensé à Tafraout. Qu'en pensez-vous ? Nous souhaiterions nous poser dans uen seul endroit (à la rigueur 2) et éviter de faire des heures de route...

Par avance merci pour vos conseils !