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Bonjour à tous ! Mon copain et moi pouvons, de facon inattendue, poser une semaine de vacances du 11 au 18 fevrier (dans une semaine!) et nous cherchons une destination pas trop loin, mais ou il fait suffisamment chaud pour pédaler toute la journee sans se cailler. Sud de l'Espagne ?? Sud de l'Italie ?? Autre souci : on a toujours fait du velo en france et on angoisse un peu sur le transport en avion des velos. j'ai un BERTOUT tout neuf et mon ami un GIANT carbone. derniere question : peut-on faire une semaine d'itinerant sur un velo de course avec un sac a dos ss pb ?

Salut à Tous, je suis nouveau débarqué sur ce site et j'aimerais profiter de l'expérience de plusieurs d'entre vous pour me donner quelques info.

Ma femme et moi sommes deux français expatriés au Quebec depuis quelques années et nous aimerions profiter de notre visite en FRance pour noël 2006 (je sais je sais je m'y prends vraiment à l'avance) pour partir 1 semaine faire un trekking au Maroc (du genre entre le 17 décembre et le 24 décembre) avent d'aller en France. je suis en train de regarder quelles sont les différentes possibilités et donc j'aurais plusieurs questions :

1) nous aimerions faire un trekking en petit groupe ( pas du genre 15 personnes) vers quelle agence dois je me tourner, est il plus efficace de trouver un guide directement au Maroc sans passer par une agence (quelqu'un connait il des guides 😛) 2) quelles sont les conditions climatiques en Décembre au Maroc, quel serait le meilleur circuit pour cette durée ? ( on a pas mal envie de dépaysement genre désert, mais aussi visiter un peu les villes) 3) on aimerais plus un truc du style logement chez l'habitant ou camping que hotel 4) quelqu'un connait il de bonnes agences sur montreal ou un endroit ou se renseigner

Voila en gros mes questions, en plus c'est un peu tot mais vaut mieux s'y prendre à l'avance 😛

J'espere que vous pourrez m'aider un peu

Merci

Christophe

Bonjour a tous!

Nous venons (nous sommes 2) tout juste de décider de se faire une quinzaine au Maroc (1ère 15aine de mars). J'aurai voulu faire une estimation de notre séjour mais je ne connais pas les prix pratiqués (a part le vol), sachant que:

* nous recherchons un hébergement simple (petit hotel-avec sanitaires dans la chambre, chambre chez l'habitant..). Nous comptons bien sûr rester quelques jours a Marrakech mais s'éloigner aussi des centres touristiques. * nous sommes assez friands d'endroits insolites. Même un endroit paradiasiaque, on ne sait jamais on pourrait peut-être se le payer pour une nuit!! Idem pour des sites a visiter. Prix? * coté nourriture, avis aux connaisseurs de bons plans; bons restos, boui-boui sympas... Pourriez-vous me donner une fourchette de prix selon les catégories?

D'autre part quels sont les endroits a ne pas manquer qui ne seraient pas forcément indiqués dans les guides ?

D'avance MERCI beaucoup !!! A bientôt

Bonjour à tous, Tout nouveau adepte du vélo, je parcours la france depuis septembre 2005 (Brrrr..) plus par desir de prendre mon temps en voyage que par amour de la route. Toujours dans le meme esprit, je veux diriger mon guidon vers le sud direction la mauritanie, en passant par l'espagne et le maroc. Je voyage en prenant mon temps avec un tres petit budget. Je cherche des informations en particulier sur le maroc et la mauritanie. Jusqu'à quand est il possible de passer : vent ? temperatures ? Est ce qu'un cycliste aurait une experience de ce voyage, de facon un peu roots (pas de campings ni d'hotel) : est il possible de faire du camping sauvage, de trouver à dormir chez l'habitant en descendant la cote ? Merci par avance pour tout les conseils que vous pourrez me donner. Merci pour ce forum ou j'ai deja pu trouver foule d'éléments intéressant et aussi parcequ'il y des endroit, comme ça, qui font rever et qui donne envie de repartir...en roulant.

PS : j'ai pu faire l'experience pendant 4 mois des routes francaises en vélo et hors saison. Quelqu'un connait il un site, un livre répétoriant les pistes cyclables, les itinéraires verts, les chemins carossables...bref tout ce qui n'est pas une nationale ou une départementale déguisée en autouroute pour automodébiles ?

Merci encore et bonne route à tout ceux qui osent pédaler en ce moment.

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Nous envisageons de nous rendre au Maroc en voiture avec une tente. Que pouvez-vous nous dire sur les campings au Maroc? Y a t il des branchements électriques sur les emplacements autres que pour les camping cars ? Nous avons un frigo de camping, est ce la peine de l'amener ? Merci de vos réponses.

Bonjour a tous:Est-il exact que les autorités marocaines accordent maintenant, 6 mois d'office de séjour, pour les personnes au lieu des 3 mois comme auparavant ?merci pour l'info.

Bonjour, pour le trajet Zagora-Foum-Zguid, quelle est la piste la plus sympa, celle qui passe par le lac Iriki ou celle qui passe par les dunes Ch'gaga ??? Merci pour vos infos et bonne journée. 😊

bjr nous sommes 2 couple - je souhaite louer une voiture à marrakech pour visiter les alentours - que me préconisez vous et à qui s'adresser aux meilleurs rapport qualité prix.

bonjour

Aprés de trop longues années sans voyages!!!! nous envisagons de partir au maroc l'été prochain en land-rover 110 sw à 7 personnes dont 4 grands enfants. Quels itinéraires faciles pour commencer? Faut il préparer le véhicule un minimum et comment? a écouter les revues spécialisées il faudrait un véhicule qui coûte horriblement cher!!!! A bientôt et merci pour les conseils A +🙂

Un tour vraiment magique. Campings sans autres touristes que des familles marocaines très accueillantes. Sentiment d'une population pleine d'énergie et de joie de vivre. Payasages aux couleurs fabuleuses. Bonne chaleur car toujours accompagnée d'un peu d'air (même à Marrakech). Flics très présents et pas du tout pesants. Lieux les plus inoubliables : les villes impériales, le camping de le grotte d'Hercule à Tanger, les cascades d'Ouzoud, toutes les medinas et l'esplanade de la grande mosquée de Casa. Merci à ceux qui m'avaient donné quelques infos en juin.

Bonjour,

Je serai au Maroc cet été. Je voudrai voir à nouveau les dunes mais il semble que Merzouga se soit transformé en parc d'attraction.

Sauriez-vous ou il est possible de marcher dans les dunes au Maroc, le plus au nord possible.

Merci de vos réponses...

🙂Bonjour,

j'aimerais savoir quelle est la température à Agadir au début du mois de juillet. Je prévois passer mes vacances estivales au Maroc avec mon mari et mes 2 enfants!!!! Avez-vous des suggestions? merci Izazbelle

J'ai consulté beaucoup de sites pour trouver un séjour de quelques jours à Marrackech, mais je suis un peu perdue, nous partons à deux, nous souhaitons un séjour dans un bon hotel dans la medina, nous ne voulons pas faire de sport, juste nous ballader dans la ville et visiter, j'aimerais bien aussi aller jusqu'à Essaouira, en une journée, bref un voyage tranquille... Est ce que vous pourriez me donner des conseils sur un TO sérieux que je pourrai contacter, et sur divers hotels que vous connaissez déjà (j'entends beaucoup parler du sheraton, mais ça ne me tente pas trop, un peu grand, je ne sais pas s'il est bien placé) ? Merci de vos conseils, je ne voyage pas souvent, je n'ai pas trop l'habitude, et je ne sais pas trop où m'adresser.

Bonjour,

J'ai reservé mes vacances debut juillet à Marrakech.

Qq peut-il me dire la chaleur que risquons d'avoir à cette periode la.

Merci

N-ième question de ce genre sur ce forum mais je voudrais vraiment avoir l'avis de personnes qui ont ou qui vont faire une rando VTT au Maroc.

En dehors du budget, quel est pour vous le type du vélo le plus approprié pour ce genre de rando? Faut il un VTT ou VTC? quel est la différence. Quels sont les paramètres à prendre en compte pour l'achat du vélo (légèreté, suspension, guidon, ...)?

Autre question, faut-il avoir une condition physique hors du commun ou être un VTTiste hors paires pour ce genre d'aventures?

Connaissez vous des sites web reprenant le carnet de bord de tels aventures?

Désolé pour mes questions un peu simplistes mais je n'y connais rien en VTT. Et je voudrais vraiment faire prochainement une rando au Maroc en équipe (avis aux intéressés....)

En tout cas, merci pour vos réponses .

Nous désirons partir au Maroc pour un mois, en camping-car. Dans tous les guides on nous parle d'une assurance spéciale en cas de vol du véhicule, car si on repasse la frontière sans lui, on doit payer une taxe égale à la valeur de la moitié du véhicule neuf. Nous aimerions savoir si certains d'entre vous, ont eu leur véhicule volé au Maroc. Notre assureur nous affirme que ce genre de vol n'existe pas dans ce pays.

Merci de vos réponses.

🤪 Bonjour, nous partons 2 semaines en Tunisie fin juin, avec pour objectif de visiter les nombreux et à priori fabuleux sites romains.

Nous allons donc bouger pas mal et changer plusieurs fois d'hotels. Nous arriverons sout à Tunis, soit à Monastir, tout dépend des promos aériennes au départ de Lyon... Je viens de regarder les sites Anyway, Promovac, Reservatweb, etc... et je suis effaré du prix demandé par les grands loueurs pour 2 semaines de location d'une compacte (Astra, Mégane) climatisée avec assurances et Km illimités... 1400 à 1800 Euros....!!!!!! A ce prix là, cela remet en cause le principe même de notre voyage.... La location voiture serait Plus chère que l'avion et l'hotel réunis....

Je suis donc à la recherche d'une bonne adresse raisonnable auprès d'un loueur sérieux et surtout qui soit réellement assuré....

A votre bon coeur !!

SALUT, SALUT

EST CE QUE QQU UN POURRAIT ME RENSEIGNER SUR LES TARIFS ET LES DEPARTS DES CAR-FERRY QUI TRAVRSENT LE DETROIT DE GIBRALTAR VERS LE MAROC. JE PRECISE QUE C EST AVEC UN VEHICULE VOLUMINEUX. OU PREND ON LES BILLETS, QUEL EST LE BON PRIX, EST CE QU IL FAUT MIEUX PRENDRE TOUT DE SUITE UN ALLER-RETOUR MEME SI ON NE CONNAIT PAS LA DATE DE RETOUR ? ET JUSTEMENT EST CE QUE LA DATE DU RETOUR PEUT ETRE LIBRE COMME POUR UN BILLET D AVION ? IL Y A PLUSIEURS PORT POUR LA TRAVERSEE : ALGESIRA, TARIFA, ... QUELLE EST LA DIFFERENCE ? JE PARS EN DEBUT D ANNEE PROCHAINE.

MERCI NANI

j'envisage de me rendre au maroc dans les mois qui viennent, avec ma fille de 18 mois.

je voudrais savoir quelles sont les villes (ou les choses à faire) que vous pourriez me conseiller?

je dirais plutot, "à ne louper sous aucuns pretextes" (villes, activités) quoi!...je ne sais pas encore combien de temps va durer mon voyage entre 1 semaine et un mois, je suppose

quel budget prevoir aussi? prix de la nuit, de la bouffe...

j'aimerais aller voir le désert...mais est ce que c'est faisable sans problème avec une petite de 18 mois?

bonjour tout le monde,

je suis un marocain de 17 ans qui vit à casablanca & qui voyagent toutes l'année un peu partout au MAROC !

si quelqun est interessé par des rencontres ( en tout bien tout honneur ) je suis là

@ bon entendeur salut 😏

Hello to all Morocco lovers,

First of all: a big thank you to everyone whose insightful, funny, lively, and exotic posts we’ve enjoyed. It’s a joy to find such lovely writers on this forum, who’ve given me tons of ideas and addresses to prepare our trip.

Our plan: to explore Morocco from November 2nd to December 4th. We’ll have our own vehicle (a 2011 Renault Grand Scenic, in great condition), shipped with us from Sète to Tanger Med. Returning from Nador.

Our profile: 75 and 62 years young, so old but happy to be, in very good health. Seasoned travelers—it’s practically our whole life. Lovers of beautiful landscapes, historic sites, fine craftsmanship, and road trips. This will be my 3rd trip to Morocco, but the first two were 20 and 17 years ago. I’ve never been north of the Essaouira-Marrakech line (though I’ve gone further south). As for my husband, a lifelong expat including in Muslim countries, it’s his first time in Morocco.

He’s the one driving. He’s very experienced, cautious, not necessarily fast, but used to driving in all conditions (and countries, including the most creative on the road). But I don’t want to tire him out, and he no longer drives at night (and we’ll be there in November).

I’ve decided to show him a bit of everything by taking a road trip along beautiful backroads, with daily distances averaging 180-200 km (except on highways, which will be rare), regularly broken up by rest days. I’m counting on a speed of 40-50 km/h, plus stops/visits along the way.

Since I’ve read so many posts, I’ve narrowed it down to some very specific questions.

1) Coming directly from Rabat via the highway, we’d prefer to skip Marrakech*. Still, we’ll need to sleep somewhere nearby. We’ll head toward Skoura the next day. Does anyone have a well-located address for this route, possibly east of Marrakech? Ideally, we’re looking for a small town, easy parking, clean accommodation (minimum) with average comfort (or better if available), a bit heated, and if possible, pretty and/or nice—but above all, a place to sleep well, wash with lukewarm (ideally hot) water, and have a decent dinner.

(*Explanation for the "no-go" in Marrakech: it’s a shame, because there are truly beautiful things in this city, but I think the vibe won’t suit us—it’s an understatement for "it’ll put us off" / "make us flee" / "traumatize us." Not because it’s too crowded and we want to stand out from tourists (we’re part of them), but because of forced henna on your hand, or spending 10 minutes every quarter-hour saying "no thank you" to a "guide" who’s as much a guide as I am a trapeze artist. Knowing us, it’ll wear us down. The country is vast and beautiful, and our time too short to waste our memories just days after arriving. And I don’t want to ruin things for my peaceful husband, or he’ll demand we turn back—and Sète in November isn’t exactly thrilling either.)

2) Which route to Skoura (in 2 days)? I see two options: either via the Tichka Pass, with a night in Telouet before reaching Skoura, or via the R307/N23 from Demnate, with a night near Megdaz before descending to Skoura. So: Tichka Pass or R307/N23? I have a slight (big) preference for the second option, even though I know the other route is very beautiful too. Of course, before deciding, we’ll check the weather and the current state of the R307/N23—does anyone know where to get info on the road conditions? But even assuming the road is "passable," is it a bit too tough in itself? In short, is it reasonable? If a kind soul could share their experience, a thousand thanks in advance.

That’s all I’ve written for now. I’ll save the other questions for later posts. Thanks again to those who had the patience to read this and to those who can respond. Happy Sunday to all!

Fran

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.

Hi everyone, We’re just back from a month-long trip to Morocco in our camper van. After crossing France (we left from the Nantes area) and Spain, we arrived in Algeciras where we bought our boat tickets to Tangier. When we got to Tangier, as we were going through customs, you can imagine our surprise when the customs officer took our road map of Morocco and pointed out the label "Western Sahara" (just like in the forum’s destination section, by the way!). He wanted it to say "Moroccan Sahara" instead!!! But there was nothing we could do—it was an old map... He wouldn’t listen, and after long discussions with the other (younger) customs officers, he finally gave it back and let us through... Unbelievable! Later, we heard that other travelers had their maps confiscated outright. So, hide it well if you want to keep yours!!!

Anyway, we skirted around Tangier’s suburbs—pretty grim—and finally arrived in Asilah.

Following the coast and the long promenade along the beach, we reached the campsite. It was a bit crowded, not much shade, but it wasn’t far from the medina or the beach, and it wasn’t expensive. There’s some life here: Moroccan families seem to live on-site, in tents or basic bungalows. A woman was cooking tagine on a brazier—we were right in the atmosphere! The night was quiet, and we slept well. We set off on foot, walking along the seafront to the medina... We’d already been here in 2009. It was less touristy back then! Still, at this early hour, the little streets inside were very quiet. The walls had been freshly whitewashed, and there were even more murals than before. Around 11:30 AM, we strolled along the ramparts by the sea. There was a nice breeze! And a lot more people around. We enjoyed a milkshake on the terrace of a café overlooking the beach that stretches out at the foot of the medina. Some young guys were having fun diving off the rocks—and even off the top of the wall!

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Hi everyone, I know there are some *reaaaal* Morocco experts here, so I’m giving it a shot. Early June, we’re heading back to the country for the third time for a little week-long trip. We’ll arrive and depart from Essaouira, where we’ll rent a car to drive south down to roughly Sidi Ifni. The plan is to make short stops of 2-3 hours max, a mix of coastal spots and a bit inland. We’re looking for natural, quiet places that feel untouched. We loved Taghazout years ago and Larache two years back—just to give you an idea of our vibe. What spots would you recommend along this route? I’m tempted by Paradise Valley but worried it’ll be as crowded as Agadir. What do you think? Any other valleys in the area worth the detour? Thanks, and have a great weekend! 😊

Hello everyone,

I’ve been to Morocco about fifteen times, but I’ve never posted a travel journal here on Voyage Forum. Why? I have no idea… Maybe because this section was so active, with lots of stories and photos. I thought sharing my adventures in *al Maghrib* wouldn’t be very original. Today, this space feels quieter, so what if I tried to give it a little life back, modestly? With some help…

This trip will be different. From the start of my relationship with Richard, I was determined to introduce him to *my* Morocco. But he was a bit reluctant… He’ll tell you about our 2022 meeting, and I’ll illustrate it with my photos, just like we did with our India travel journal.

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!