
7 Days
Morocco Surf Trip
Morocco's Atlantic coast catches swells from three directions. Taghazout's points, Essaouira's wind, Sidi Kaouki's empty beach breaks. Wax your board and bring an appetite—the surf towns know how to feed the hungry.
Your Route

Day 1
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.

Day 2
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 3
Agadir → Taghazout
A short coastal transfer north from Agadir, following the Atlantic shoreline to reach the seaside village of Taghazout.

Day 4
Agadir → Essaouira
North along the Atlantic. Cliffs and argan groves, fishing villages that appear and vanish. The coast road curves and reveals, curves and reveals. Essaouira appears white against the endless blue. The wind greets you first.

Day 5
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 6
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 7
Essaouira → Marrakech
The coast releases you slowly. Fishing boats shrink in the mirror as the road turns inland, climbing through argan groves where goats still perch in trees—not for tourists, just because they always have. The plain opens, heat rising, until Marrakech appears as a shimmer before it becomes real. You've closed the circle.
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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