Private journeys crafted by a local guide from the edge of the Sahara. From the great dunes to the Atlantic coast, every route is drawn by hand and shaped around the way you like to travel.
I was born in Zagora, where the last road south dissolves into the old caravan track. For more than twenty years I have guided travellers across Morocco — leading trekking journeys over the High Atlas, threading the gorges, and crossing the sand to camps I have known since I was a boy.
I speak English, French and Arabic — and the Tamazight of my valley. But the language I care about most is trust. I do not sell packages. I listen to how you like to travel, then I draw you a journey, one road at a time.
Tell me how you like to travel. I will draw a route from it in real time — a starting point we then refine together, road by road.
Start building your tripImperial cities, blue mountain towns, Atlantic surf and the deep Sahara — the places I return to, and the ones most travellers never reach.
Souks, gardens and the nightly theatre of Jemaa el-Fna.
The blue city, made for slow mornings and long lenses.
The largest living medieval medina in the world.
DesertThe great dunes and the deepest silence in Morocco.
Mustapha's home, and the old road toward Timbuktu.
Ramparts, trade winds and fish grilled on the quay.
A UNESCO ksar of earth that glows at first light.
Canyon walls three hundred metres tall over cold water.
Amazigh villages under the highest peak in North Africa.
A private camp in Erg Chebbi — carpets, a fire, and the whole Milky Way overhead.
A camel caravan over golden sand as the sun drops behind the erg.
En-suite tents, lantern-lit dinners and a private dune for sunrise.
Desert pistes and hidden oases on the tracks between kasbah and dune.
Walk between villages and passes beneath Mount Toubkal with a mountain guide.
Follow the river between three-hundred-metre walls of red rock.
A gentle day into the foothills to share bread and tea with a mountain family.
Morning point breaks and argan hills on the laid-back coast at Taghazout.
Spring roses in the Dades, cool dune nights in October, the deep quiet of a February camp. After twenty years, here is exactly when I would send you south — and when I would not.
Read the storyTell me where you dream of going. I will tell you how we get there — and make the road home the hardest part.