Morocco: A Journey through Time, Mountains, and Magic

Morocco is a land where stories breathe in every breeze and history whispers from every stone. It draws people from all over the world—travelers from the Middle East, Asia, France, the UK, Europe, Canada, and sometimes even the distant cities of the United States. Most of them come seeking leisure, and they leave with memories that become part of their soul.

When they arrive, I welcome them with the promise of a journey—not just through Morocco’s landscapes, but through time itself. Their path often begins with the imperial cities. Rabat greets them with quiet dignity, its boulevards wide and palms swaying gently. Fes astonishes them with its labyrinth of ancient alleys, where the scent of leather and spices floats through the air like incense. Meknes follows, regal and reflective, a city that whispers rather than shouts. And Marrakech—ah, Marrakech is a heartbeat, a celebration of color, rhythm, and life. The city never sleeps, and even the silence of its gardens seems to pulse with energy.

From the cities, the road winds toward the mountains, where the land rises like a prayer to the heavens. I take my clients deep into the High Atlas, where the mighty Toubkal stands tall at 4,167 meters, the highest peak not only in Morocco but in all of North Africa. Some choose the wild trails of M’Goun, others the volcanic slopes of Saghro or Siroua in the Anti-Atlas. We hike the rugged paths of the Rif Mountains or wander through the cedar-scented Middle Atlas, where monkeys leap through ancient trees and time moves slowly.

Then comes the silence of the Sahara. I’ve watched grown men fall speechless at the sight of the endless dunes, golden and vast under the sinking sun. We ride camels across the soft sands, our shadows long and lean against the horizon. At night, my clients sleep in nomadic tents under a sky so clear, it feels like the stars have gathered for a private performance. In places like the Draa Valley, the dunes tower like mountains, and the desert wind sings lullabies older than memory.

Morocco also embraces the sea. We wander through the coastal city of Essaouira, its walls kissed by Atlantic waves, its streets filled with the scent of fresh-caught fish. Agadir offers sun-drenched beaches and modern comfort, while Casablanca hums with urban energy and elegance. El Jadida is quiet and charming, a place of slow walks and soft sea breezes. Tangier, mysterious and artistic, looks out across the Strait of Gibraltar, always at the edge of two continents and many dreams.

Every traveler asks me when to come, and I always say the best time is from September to June. The air is kind then—cool enough in the desert, fresh in the mountains, and perfect along the coast. This is when Morocco shows her best face, offering the warmth of her people, the depth of her culture, and the beauty of her natural world.

For me, guiding these journeys is not work—it’s a calling. My name is Mohamed Imerhane, and through Trek in Morocco (website), I have had the honor of helping people from every part of the globe discover the spirit of this incredible land. Morocco is not just a destination. It’s an experience of contrasts and harmony, of ancient and modern, of earth, wind, and soul. I have seen travelers cry on mountaintops, dance in desert circles, and fall in love with the light of the medina at dusk.

This is Morocco. This is the magic I get to share.

By Mrs. Susmita Ghosh