When talking about the many names of Marrakesh, our guide Aziz becomes lyrical. The City of Four Colours, they sometimes call it – ochre, white, blue, and green. Or the Pink Gate of the South. Or the City of the Seven Saints. Last night, upon our arrival, Aziz even …
With over 200 km ahead of us, we leave Ouarzazate behind and continue our journey eastward through a desert-like steppe landscape. On our left, the snow-capped peaks of the High Atlas Mountains accompany us, while on our right, the jagged forms of the Anti-Atlas rise. But it’s the kasbahs we are eagerly looking forward to, as …
We leave behind the desert-like south of Morocco and cross the mountains once more, heading north. In the coming days, nature will give way to culture in our experience. The fact that the sky is heavily clouded for the first time upon waking doesn’t bother us much. Just before eight, driver Mohammed steps on the gas for a journey of more than four hundred kilometres, crossing both ...
Today, we leave the inland behind and head west, for the first time seeking out Morocco’s Atlantic coast. Along the road, enormous concrete pillars serve as a reminder of the wedding celebrations for two daughters of the late King Hassan II. A massive tent had been stretched over the pillars for the festivities. While the pillars have stood the test of time, both marriages ...
The west wind drives ash-grey clouds towards the city, but we don't care. From now on, we leave the Atlantic coast behind and head decisively toward our final destination: Marrakesh, about 200 km inland. However,