
6 Days
Oasis Hopping
Before the dunes begin, oases thread the valleys. Palm groves miles long, kasbahs rising from the green, the sound of water where you'd least expect it. This route follows the rivers into the pre-Sahara.
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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 → Ouarzazate
The road climbs until the city disappears. Stone villages cling to slopes where light shifts by the hour. Switchbacks tighten around you like a held breath. By afternoon, the mountains release you into ochre silence. Ouarzazate waits—not as a destination, but as a threshold. The air here tastes different. Drier. Older. You've crossed something.

Day 3
Ouarzazate → Dades
East from Ouarzazate, the valley of roses begins before you see the first bloom. Skoura's palmeraie hides kasbahs behind every turn—Amridil still standing, still occupied. The road narrows through Kalaat M'Gouna, where the harvest perfumes entire towns each spring. By evening, the Dades Gorge walls close in, and you understand why they call this the road of a thousand kasbahs.

Day 4
Dades → Tamnougalt
West through the gorge, then south into the Draa. Ouarzazate passes at the crossroads. The valley opens—palm groves, red earth, kasbahs rising like old guardians. Tamnougalt waits at the end, breathing slow.

Day 5
Tamnougalt → Merzouga
East through the back routes. Nkob with its kasbahs stacked like secrets. Tazzarine where the road narrows to a suggestion. The pre-Sahara stretches flat and gold. By late afternoon, Erg Chebbi appears—dunes the color of fire in fading light. Merzouga waits at the edge. Someone ties your scarf without speaking. The desert has its own welcome.

Day 6
Merzouga → Marrakech
You leave before sunrise. Sand still holds the night. Nine hours through country that changes every hour—Todra's vertical walls, Dades' twisted rock, the slow climb back over the Atlas. Light shifts across stone in colors without names. By evening, Marrakech reappears. But you move through it differently now. The desert hasn't left you.
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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