
8 Days
Atlantic Coast Road Trip
Morocco's Atlantic coast runs for a thousand kilometers. Fishing ports, surf towns, Portuguese ramparts, and beaches that empty the further south you drive. Windows down, salt air, the ocean always on your right.
Your Route

Day 1
Casablanca → El Jadida
A short coastal drive south from Casablanca to the port city of El Jadida.

Day 2
El Jadida → Essaouira
A coastal journey south from El Jadida toward Essaouira along the Atlantic coast.

Day 3
Essaouira
The wind never stops. That's the first thing. Essaouira moves at a different speed—artists in studios, fishermen mending nets, cats watching from ramparts. The port smells of sardines and salt. The beach stretches south toward nothing. By sunset, the walls glow gold. The Atlantic doesn't sparkle here. She pulls.

Day 4
Essaouira
The wind never stops. That's the first thing. Essaouira moves at a different speed—artists in studios, fishermen mending nets, cats watching from ramparts. The port smells of sardines and salt. The beach stretches south toward nothing. By sunset, the walls glow gold. The Atlantic doesn't sparkle here. She pulls.

Day 5
Marrakech → Taghazout
Through the Atlas and down to the coast. The road finds Agadir first, then continues north to where the surfers gather. Taghazout leans into the wind. The waves are constant. The mountain behind holds everything steady. You sleep to the sound of water rearranging the shore.

Day 6
Agadir → Taghazout
A short coastal transfer north from Agadir, following the Atlantic shoreline to reach the seaside village of Taghazout.

Day 7
Agadir → Marrakech
East from the coast. The road climbs through the Souss, past argan groves and the Tizi n'Test approach. The sea disappears. The mountains rise. Marrakech waits on the other side—red city, Atlas backdrop, the hum of a thousand years.

Day 8
Marrakech
The souks spiral inward by specialty—leather, brass, carpets, spices. Each turn narrows. Bahia Palace holds its painted ceilings in afternoon shadow. The hammam strips you down to quiet. By evening, Jemaa el-Fna transforms. Smoke rises from a hundred grills. Storytellers gather crowds. The square has done this for centuries. It doesn't need your permission.
This journey is a starting point.
These itineraries aren't fixed. They're designed to bend. Add a day in the desert. Skip the city. Stay longer where something pulls you. This is your journey—we shape it around what matters to you.
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