Four Memorable Days in Marrakesh

Vagabond Adventure15 Jul, 2025Travel

The morning saw us bouncing with Ismail west out of Merzouga’s dunes and away from the mountains of Bedah which, if I was reading my compass right, lay to the north of the Sahara’s vast sands. Marrakesh was 300 winding miles away. We’d be threading over roads that would buckle the spine of a snake; up and down the ancient rock of the Atlas Mountains, through desert and past cliffs until at last on the other side of it all we’d find the fabled city itself, a white cluster of ancient and newly erected buildings, cheek by jowl, bustling with 210,000 Moroccans.