15 Days in Morocco – Part 2: Sahara Nights, Coastal Towns, and Marrakech

Missed the first part of the journey?
[Read Part One – From Casablanca to the Sahara here.]

Day 8 – Leaving the Desert, Todra Gorge, and Skoura

From the dunes, we continued west—passing through the town of Tinghir, where crumbling mudbrick homes and palm trees line the valley floor. We didn’t stop, but I was struck by how the old ksar seemed to melt into the land—almost the same color as the cliffs behind it.

View of the old mudbrick ksar and a newer building in Tinghir, Morocco, framed by palm trees and desert vegetation with the Atlas Mountains in the background.
The edge of Tinghir, where an old crumbling ksar meets a newer adobe-style home.

Our next stop was Todgha Gorges, where the rock walls rise straight up, nearly 400 meters on either side. The space feels impossibly vertical, like you’re walking through a split in the earth. We were really just passing through—just enough time to stretch our legs and take a walk along the road where the canyon narrows.

15 Day in Morocco —Vibrant scarves and textiles for sale along the towering rock walls of Todgha Gorge in Morocco
Vendors line the narrow road through Todgha Gorge

There were vendors set up all along the cliff walls, their brightly colored scarves and textiles strung up against the orange rock. Some people walked barefoot through the shallow stream that runs through the gorge; others just stood quietly, taking it all in. Someone mentioned that a huge boulder had once fallen onto a hotel here—half the building is still wedged in the rock, like it belongs to the canyon now.

That evening, we arrived in Skoura, a quiet oasis town located between the Atlas Mountains and the desert. It’s known for its palmeraie—a vast palm grove dotted with kasbahs, gardens, and small villages. We stayed at Sawadi Ecolodge, which from the outside looked like a traditional kasbah—plain walls surrounding the property.

But once you stepped inside, it opened up into a quiet, green space with palm trees, gardens, and a pool in the center.We were welcomed—once again—with hot mint tea served on a silver tray.

Palm trees and lush gardens in front of traditional mudbrick buildings at Sawadi Ecolodge in Skoura, Morocco
The peaceful gardens at Sawadi Ecolodge in Skoura.
Palm trees reflecting in the pool at Sawadi Ecolodge in Skoura at sunset with pink clouds in the sky
The view from the pool at sunset—one of many quiet moments that made Sawadi feel like a hidden oasis.

I stayed in what they called a panoramic suite, but to me it felt like a little tower room. I had stairs leading up to my room and a private terrace overlooking the gardens and palm groves. It was simple but comfortable, and honestly, I loved it. The whole place felt peaceful and relaxed.

Meals were served outside on the patio, under a canopy of woven branches, with lanterns hanging down and bright-colored chairs pulled up to the tables. And being in the middle of a palmeraie, there were fresh dates at nearly every meal.

Outdoor dining patio at Sawadi Ecolodge with colorful chairs, lanterns, and woven canopy in Skoura, Morocco
Dinner was served outside at Sawadi Ecolodge, under a canopy of woven branches with lanterns and brightly colored chairs.

It was the kind of place where it was easy to slow down. I really loved everything about it.

At some point during our stay, I booked my third hammam of the trip—this one right on-site at the ecolodge. Sawadi Ecolodge had its own small hammam, set right in the gardens—a simple clay building with “Hammam & Massages” painted on the wall.

Clay-walled building labeled “Hammam & Massages” at Sawadi Ecolodge, surrounded by greenery
Located in the gardens at Sawadi, this little building offered one of my favorite hammam experiences of the trip.

Day 9 – Cycling Through the Skoura Palms

The next morning, we set out on a guided bike ride through Skoura’s palm groves. It was an easy, scenic ride, pedaling along dusty roads lined with palms and small family farms. We passed several old kasbahs along the way—some crumbling, others still lived in—and stopped to visit Kasbah Amridil, one of Morocco’s most iconic kasbahs (it even appears on the 50-dirham note). Touring the inside gave a glimpse of traditional architecture and what life was once like in the oasis.

Cyclists approaching the historic Kasbah Amridil in Skoura, Morocco on a dirt road
Bike ride to Kasbah Amridil—one of the most iconic and well-preserved kasbahs in Morocco.
Upward view of the towers and mudbrick walls of Kasbah Amridil against a clear blue sky
Inside Kasbah Amridil, the traditional Berber architecture was even more impressive up close—layered and geometric.

After a picnic lunch in the shade, we biked back toward Sawadi Ecolodge. Just as we reached the outskirts, I saw a few women down by the river in front of the property, washing clothes by hand. Bright red fabrics were laid out to dry along the bank. It was one of those simple, everyday scenes that stays with you—a reminder of daily life continuing just beyond the guesthouses and gardens.

Two women washing clothes by hand at a shallow canal in Skoura, Morocco, with red fabrics drying nearby
A quiet moment in Skoura: women washing clothes in the canal, with bright red fabrics laid out to dry in the sun.

Inside, the treatment started in the steam room—a small, tiled space with wooden benches and buckets of warm water. After sitting there long enough to let the heat do its work (which supposedly opens your pores and releases toxins), I was led into the scrubbing room.

The scrubbing room looked like something out of a movie—bare, with a padded table in the center and a hose on the wall. Not exactly spa-like, but once the treatment began, none of that mattered.

Bare walls, a padded table in the middle, and a hose attached to the wall. Not exactly luxurious. But once the treatment started, none of that mattered.

Tiled steam room at the Sawadi Ecolodge hammam in Skoura, Morocco with towels on wooden benches
The hammam steam room at Sawadi Ecolodge—a warm, quiet space to start the ritual of heat, scrub, and rinse.
Bare scrub room at a Moroccan hammam with a padded treatment table and a hose attached to the wall
Not fancy, but effective: the scrubbing room where the real magic happened—buckets of water, black soap, and a full-body reset.

She applied black soap all over, then gave me a proper head-to-toe scrub using a rough mitt, rinsing me off with bucket after bucket of warm water. She even washed my hair at the end. After all that steam, the scrub felt exactly right—like my skin was being reset.

When it was over, I was led back to the lounge area—a cozy little space with colorful couches, woven rugs, and a low brass table—where I sipped mint tea and just relaxed for a while. The setting may have been simple, but the treatment itself was excellent. I’d do it again without hesitation.

Day 10 – Ouarzazate and Ait Benhaddou: Movie Sets and a Real-Life Ksar

We left Skoura and drove to Ouarzazate, often called the “Gateway to the Sahara,” known for its dramatic landscapes and connection to Hollywood. We stayed at Oscar Hotel, which is part of Atlas Studios—where films like Gladiator, Kingdom of Heaven, and Kundun were shot. The hotel was lovely (maybe a bit fancier than I’d pick for myself), but it was a fun place to land for the night.

15 Days in Morocco —Front entrance of the Oscar Hotel at Atlas Studios in Ouarzazate, Morocco, framed by palm trees and bougainvillea under a bright blue sky.
The Oscar Hotel, located on the grounds of Atlas Studios in Ouarzazate

From there, we drove to Aït Benhaddou, a UNESCO-listed ksar that’s been used as a backdrop in everything from Game of Thrones to The Mummy. We climbed through narrow alleyways to the top of the hill, where the old granary—once used for communal storage—stood partially collapsed after the 2023 earthquake. The view from the summit was stunning: the mudbrick village below, green fields along the river, and desert hills stretching beyond.

15 Days in Morocco —View of Aït Benhaddou’s fortified kasbah rising behind palm trees under a bright blue sky.
Approaching the iconic ksar of Aït Benhaddou

We had lunch at Tawesna Salon de thé, a local women’s cooperative that began as a tea stand and grew into a full café. The food was simple and traditional, and eating there felt like a small but meaningful way to support the women who run it.

15 Days in Morocco —Exterior of a women-run restaurant cooperative near Aït Benhaddou, with earthen walls, colorful shutters, and a tiled staircase.
Tawesna —a women-run cooperative near Aït Benhaddou
15 Days in Morocco —Two Moroccan women preparing food in a traditional earthen kitchen with tagines, herbs, and fresh vegetables.
Inside Tawesna’s Kitchen: Traditional Flavors Made with Heart

Later that afternoon, we walked through Atlas Studios itself. Some sets were clearly aging or half-dismantled, but that made it more interesting—especially after spending the day in places that looked like sets but were very much real.

15 Days in Morocco —Colorful interior of an ancient Egyptian temple film set with painted columns and hieroglyphic-style wall art at Atlas Studios
Inside the “Egyptian temple” set, where towering columns and detailed wall art recreate the grandeur of ancient Luxor. This space has been used in films like The Mummy and Cleopatra.
15 Days in Morocco —Tibetan-style monastery film set built for Martin Scorsese’s Kundun at Atlas Studios in Ouarzazate, featuring red wooden beams and Himalayan-inspired architecture.
The Tibetan monastery set built for Martin Scorsese’s Kundun (1997) at Atlas Studios in Ouarzazate. Designed to replicate the Dalai Lama’s childhood home, the architecture evokes the feel of Lhasa—quiet, sacred, and cinematic.

(For more details, check out my full post: [A Day in Ouarzazate and Aït Benhaddou: Movie Sets, Mudbrick Walls, and Desert Views].)


Day 11–12 – Essaouira: Ocean Air and a Slower Pace

After the desert and mountains, arriving in Essaouira felt like a change of pace. This laid-back coastal town on Morocco’s Atlantic coast is known for its sea breeze, historic ramparts, and blue-and-white color palette. The cooler ocean air was a welcome relief. We checked into Hotel Cote Ocean Mogador, and I started the stay with another hammam. By now, I was starting to see these as part of the routine—a good way to relax and reset. That evening, we had dinner on the rooftop terrace, overlooking the ocean.

We started the morning with a quiet horseback ride along the beach just outside Essaouira. It was my first time riding a horse on the beach, and to be honest, I have a bit of a love-hate relationship with horseback riding. I always want to like it more than I do—part of me is still a little nervous—but this ride was smooth, calm, and better than most. And I mean, come on—how often do you get to ride a horse along the coast of Essaouira, looking out at the Atlantic Ocean from Morocco? I had to do it.

Three people on horseback riding along the sandy beach near Essaouira, Morocco, with views of the Atlantic Ocean and distant coastline under a clear blue sky.
Riding along the beach in Essaouira

Afterward, we returned to town for a walking tour that helped us get our bearings. We entered the medina through Bab Sbaa, the main gate, and followed Avenue Sidi Mohammed Ben Abdallah, the medina’s main street. It was lined with shops, small galleries, cafés, and corner stores. The whitewashed walls and bright blue doors gave everything a breezy, coastal feel. There were cats everywhere—napping in baskets, stretched out in doorways, or weaving between displays—and the smell of fresh bread drifted from small neighborhood ovens.

Woman wearing a sunhat and green dress walks through a lively street in the medina of Essaouira, Morocco, with a large backpack. Locals and tourists fill the sunny market street lined with shops and stalls.
Wandering the sunlit streets of Essaouira’s medina.

We made our way to the fish market, where we stopped for lunch at a tiny spot called Chez Brixi, known for its fresh fish. They also had a vegetable tagine on the menu, which worked out perfectly for me. From there, we walked down toward the harbor, passing rows of bright blue wooden boats and piles of fishing nets. Near the ramparts, we watched local boys launching themselves into the sea just past a weathered “no swimming” sign. It was one of those lively, slightly reckless moments that gives a place its personality.

Two boys playfully swim near the dock in the fishing port of Essaouira, Morocco. One boy stands in the shallow water smiling at the camera, while the other is mid-dive, flipping into the harbor. Behind them, rows of bright blue wooden fishing boats fill the scene under an overcast sky.
Fun at the Essaouira fishing port—local boys dive and swim among the blue boats as fishermen prepare their gear in the background.
Local boys climbing and jumping from the ramparts of Essaouira’s port next to a “No Swimming” sign, with fishing nets piled in the foreground.
Despite the sign, this spot by the ramparts is a favorite hangout for local kids.

From there, we continued toward the old citadel, built in the 18th century to defend Essaouira’s port. Cannons still line the ramparts, aimed out toward the Atlantic.

One of our final stops was a thuya marquetry cooperative, where artisans were carefully inlaying pieces of mother-of-pearl and shell into richly grained wood using tiny hand tools. The work was slow, precise, and beautiful—equal parts tradition and craftsmanship.

Close-up of an artisan’s hand inlaying mother-of-pearl into an ornate floral design on a polished piece of thuya wood at a marquetry workshop in Essaouira, Morocco.
An artisan inlays mother-of-pearl into richly grained thuya wood.

Later that evening, I had dinner at MBeach, a casual spot just across the street from my hotel, overlooking the beach. I ordered a mezze plate and a glass of wine—the staff couldn’t have been more attentive. It was the perfect way to end the day: simple, relaxed, and just right.

(For more details, check out my full post: [Essaouira: Morocco’s Laid-Back Coastal Gem].)

Day 13–14 – Marrakech: A Mix of Calm and Busy

From Essaouira, we drove inland to Marrakech, a city known for its energy, architecture, and atmosphere. Located at the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, Marrakech has long been a trading hub and cultural crossroads—famous for its maze-like medina, lively souks, and the ever-busy Jemaa el-Fnaa square.

Street vendor selling stacks of Moroccan bread from a wooden cart in Jemaa el-Fnaa square in Marrakech, surrounded by people, cafés, and scooters.
A bread vendor sets up along the edge of Jemaa el-Fnaa, with piles of freshly baked Moroccan loaves and all the movement of the square swirling around him.

We checked into Riad Al Jazira, a peaceful spot tucked inside the old city. With its shaded courtyard and small pool, it felt like a calm retreat from the noise outside. 

Overhead view of the inner courtyard and pool at Riad Al Jazira in Marrakech, with white walls and green-tiled roof.
The view from above at Riad Al Jazira.

The next day, we explored the medina, stopping by Jemaa el-Fnaa, where the chaos of Marrakech was on full display—crowds moving in every direction, market stalls packed with goods, and the smell of spices and grilled food hanging in the air. 

A man pushes a wooden cart down a cobbled alley, passing by several donkey carts and pedestrians in a shaded area of the souk.
Cart traffic jam, medina-style. Donkeys, handcarts, scooters, and feet all negotiating the same narrow lane.

At one point, we stepped aside to let a donkey cart pass, and for a moment, it all felt slightly surreal—like I’d slipped into another time or wandered onto the edge of a film set. That feeling probably had something to do with the traditional dress many people were wearing. It gave the whole scene a kind of timeless quality, even in the middle of the noise and motion.

Donkey pulling a cart loaded with colorful goods through a narrow alleyway in Marrakech’s medina, framed by earth-toned buildings and a shop filled with jewelry and textiles.
A donkey cart winds through one of the medina’s back alleys.

We had lunch on the rooftop of Zeitoun Café, then visited the Saadian Tombs, a quiet, historic site tucked behind high walls.

That night, we had our final dinner at Dar Zellij, a beautifully restored riad with excellent food and atmosphere—a perfect way to close out the trip. Afterward, we met up with a local artist who created henna designs on our hands—a perfect way to mark the end of our time together before everyone went their separate ways.

Elegant courtyard at Dar Essalam restaurant in Marrakech, with red lighting, white columns, and round tables set for dinner.
Our final dinner in Morocco —Dar Essalam in Marrakech
Overhead view of multiple hands arranged in a circle on a mosaic table, each decorated with traditional Moroccan henna designs.
A circle of henna-covered hands from our group of women after a festive night at Dar Zellij

Marrakech was busy and full of energy, but also offered moments of calm and beauty. It was a lively and memorable place to end the journey.


(You can read more about my two days in Marrakech [here].)

Day 15 – Departure

Sadly, I had booked an early flight home, so I missed the tagine cooking class that the rest of the group enjoyed on our final day. From what I heard, it was a blast—and probably the perfect end to the trip. Instead, my last morning was spent packing up, saying my goodbyes, and heading to the airport. It felt like the trip had ended too soon, even after two weeks on the road.

Closing

15 days in Morocco
You can never have too many olives.

By the time we reached Marrakech and said our goodbyes, I was struck by how much I’d seen and experienced in such a short time. From the ancient cities in the north to the sweeping dunes of the Sahara, the mountain roads of the Middle Atlas, and the quiet stretches of coastline along the Atlantic, it felt like I’d experienced so many different sides of Morocco in just two weeks.

In total, I spent about 15 days in Morocco, starting in Chefchaouen—the famous blue city—then moving through Casablanca, Fes, the Ziz Valley, and out to the Sahara. From there, we crossed the High Atlas Mountains and made our way west to Essaouira before wrapping up in Marrakech.

As I mentioned in Part 1, I was traveling with a small group through AdventureWomen, and I have to say—they did a great job putting together an itinerary that really gave me a taste of Morocco. We covered a lot of ground, but there was also space built in for free time, wandering, and soaking it all in. The days were long, especially on the road, but that’s to be expected when you’re trying to see so much in just two weeks. Morocco would’ve been perfectly doable as a solo traveler—and I’d happily come back that way—but sometimes it’s nice to let someone else do the planning.

All the places we stayed along the way were wonderful—comfortable, welcoming, and thoughtfully chosen. But the riads were something else entirely. Just stepping through the door from a busy street into a quiet courtyard felt almost magical—suddenly there were trees, tiled floors, and the sound of water. Riad Al Jazira in Marrakech felt like a true retreat: quiet, shaded, and a world away from the medina outside. And Ryad Zahrat Fes had its own warmth and traditional beauty, with carved woodwork, mosaic tile, and a cozy, home-like feel. Those stays reminded me how much I value quiet, beautifully crafted spaces—especially while traveling.

Somewhere between the mountains and the coast, I developed a mild obsession with dates and olives. Another woman and I made a habit of polishing off every olive bowl at the table. No one else seemed to mind—more for us.

And the hammams? By my fourth one, I was hooked. I stuck with semi-private experiences, but I never braved the public ones—maybe next time.

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