Arrival in Wonderland

DAY 1 ~ Marhaba. Welcome.

Upon arrival in Morocco, a comfortable transfer will take us from the airport bustle to the Atlas, where our riad is located - a tranquil retreat surrounded by nature. Upon arrival, we will be greeted with a traditional welcome ritual: Moroccan mint tea and local cakes. We start by slowing down. We relax in the embrace of the mountains and in the evening enjoy a home-cooked dinner prepared with fresh local ingredients as the sun sets. A place where our journey to each other begins.

City of Wonders - Marrakech

Day 2 ~ Culture Day.
Old Medina, Berber markets, Jemaa Elfna Square and Koutoubia Mosque.

Breakfast and Marrakech awaits us. The Red City, Daughter of the Desert, Gateway to the Mountains, Pearl of the South and Baghdad of the West. A vibrant city in which the senses are heightened thanks to the colours, smells, tastes and experiences. A city of wonders.

We will begin to discover the beauty of Marrakech in an ecological way. If you don't try it, you won't believe it. After a few hours on the bike, we guarantee you will be able to navigate the old city - the medina - and you will be a true Marrakech native. Together with young, local guides, at a comfortable pace , we will discover the hidden gems and corners of Marrakech that only locals know and that usually remain hidden from tourists. In the afternoon, we will visit the markets in the old medina, for which we will set aside plenty of time. Because what we will see here together will far exceed our expectations. We will find here really everything we can think of - beautiful Berber jewellery, fragrant spices, hand-decorated dresses like from 1000 and 1 night, typical Moroccan babouche shoes, leather handbags, hand-knitted baskets, masterfully woven lamps, alabaster statuettes, precious stones and crystals, traditional Berber carpets. In the evening return to the hotel, dinner.

Our Saharan adventure begins - In the footsteps of the caravans

Day 3 ~ Tizi n Tichka pass ( 2260m.n.m), Atlas mountains, Kasbah Telouet, Aint Ben Haddou

An early breakfast and off we go. Today we are going to have a beautiful day full of breathtaking experiences. We embark on a journey that leads through the heart of the Atlas Mountains - majestic and mythical, as if the titan Atlas himself were still carrying it on his shoulders.

We wind our way through serpentine switchbacks to the Tizi n'Tichka Pass (2,260 m), where the sky touches the mountains and the air smells of the purity of the heights. In the distance, the Kasbah Telouet appears - once the seat of the powerful El Glaoui family, a hidden gem of Berber architecture. Its walls bear traces of the rich history of the trading caravans that passed through here with salt, spices and people. The impressive interior, decorated by the hands of 300 craftsmen over three years, tells us stories of power, grandeur and decay.

After lunch, we continue on through the changing landscape until the legendary Aït Ben Haddou appears on the horizon like a mirage - an earthen city on top of a hill that seems to have stood still. In its narrow streets we follow in the footsteps of caravans, kings and film heroes - for it was here that Scheherazade came to life, Gladiator fought or Lawrence of Arabia walked.

A visit to a kasbah awaits us, a rest with a cup of fragrant Moroccan tea and a chance to shade ourselves under the light of the setting sun. We will then transfer to our hotel where we will have a rest and dinner. A day that began as a journey will end as a memory etched deep into the soul

Valley of the roses, nomadic crossroads and rocky ravines of Dadés

Day 4 ~ Ourzazate, Skoura, Kelaat Mgouna Valley of Roses, Dadés Valley, Tea at the Nomads

We leave the hotel in the morning light and set off on a journey that will take us into the heart of a land of stories, scents and unexpected encounters.

We wander across a landscape where we encounter life in its purest form - through Ouarzazate, the gateway to the Sahara, and the verdant Skoura, an ancient oasis where caravans once took rest and supplies for the next journey after a month-long pilgrimage. Today, the landscape breathes peace, but still bears the traces of traders who travelled with gold, spices, salt and secrets.

On the way we pass through Kelaat Mgouna - known as the Valley of Roses, where the air is filled with the sweet scent of thousands of rose flowers, picked at sunrise by the delicate hands of local women. In May, the Rose Festival is held here, but even out of season, this region has the gentle power to awaken our senses.

Time passes and the landscape changes - sandstone walls alternate with fertile oases, earthen kasbahs like fairy-tale fortresses loom out of the landscape like witnesses of ancient times. We enter the Valley of a Thousand Kasbahs - a place where silence tells stories that no language can tell.

We stop for tea with true nomads. Under a humble shelter, they welcome us with open hearts, a hospitality as old as the desert itself. Their eyes carry wisdom, their presence peace. They share their time, their tea and a piece of themselves with us. They may not understand us through words, but they understand us through looks and touches.

In the early evening, the road turns into one of Morocco's most breathtaking natural wonders - the Dadés Gorge. Silent, majestic cliffs rise to the sky like stone prayers. Each bend in the road reveals a new perspective, a new wonder.

We check into our hotel, satiated by the experience and the beauty. The day ends in the embrace of mountains and silence.

Hidden diamond on SAHARA with a million stars

Day 5 ~ Draa Valley, Agdz, SAHRO, Zagora, M´Hamid, Sahara

Morning greets us with the light of a new day and we set out on a journey that will bring us closer to the very heart of the desert. We head towards M'Hamid, the last outpost of civilisation before the endless sands.

Our pilgrimage takes us through the Draa Valley, which stretches like a green ribbon across the landscape - an incredible oasis of life in the midst of aridity. The road winds past thousands of date palms, their crowns rippling in the wind like silken veils. At this time of ripening, the dates are sweet, soft and fresh - one of the purest flavours nature has to offer. The valley pulses with life, the gentle rustle of leaves and the scent of the earth giving birth in the heart of an arid world.

In the distance, the SAHRO Mountains begin to rise - raw, majestic and mystical. Its peaks are as sharp as blades and resemble silent sentinels between the Atlas and the Sahara. Sahro is a land of nomads, untouched by time in places, wild and sacred at the same time. Every stone here carries a story of wind and silence.

 After lunch, we continue towards Zagora and then up to M'Hamid, where the asphalt ends and the sand begins.

And then - we enter the Sahara.

It is more than a country. It is a state of being. The desert greets us with its silence, its endless horizon and a gentleness that touches the soul. Just a moment and the rhythm of the desert engulfs us - slow, deep, ancient.

The evening comes like a miracle. Millions of stars shine overhead, one by one. Nowhere else in the world can you experience such a horizon - it is a cathedral of light that takes your breath away. If we listen, the desert speaks. Stories of strong and beautiful women, free souls who walked this earth knowing their worth. Stories of men who understood the language of the wind and read the signs in the sand. Tells of caravans that carried both cargo and wisdom.

The end of the day belongs to music, fire and deep silence under the stars. We stay in traditional Berber tents, where we fall asleep knowing that we have become part of something eternal.

Nomads pulling south

Day 6 ~ Crossing the Sahara, Marrakech

With the first light of a new day we rise. The sunrise over the dunes of the Sahara is a silent mystery - just us, the sand and the golden rays that spill across the landscape like a blessing. In this moment, there is nothing but the present. A sacred silence that speaks louder than words.

After a light breakfast we set off. In 4x4 cars we set off to cross the Sahara - about 2.5 hours across a world that looks like it doesn't belong on this planet. And yet, everything here is alive. We feel it.

Before us unfolds a film of a landscape that has a breath of its own: oases hidden in the dust of time, herds of camels and sheep on the move without beginning or end, nomadic tribes who know this land like the palm of their hand. And all around - an endless desert, majestic, limpid and mysterious.

Being here is a privilege. Not everyone is allowed to enter here. The Sahara chooses only those who are ready. And so we remain silent - not out of fear, but out of respect. Only later, when the experiences have matured inside, do we become storytellers. Not to speak, but because we will have something to pass on.

In the afternoon, we stop at the women's co-op, where women weave rugs the way their mothers taught them and their mothers before them. Here, time doesn't slow down - it stops completely. Thread by thread, stories emerge that speak a language not of words but of symbols and energy.

Do you think a carpet is just decoration? Not here. Not in this country. A carpet is a portal.

The ritual of choosing a carpet is not a purchase. It's an encounter. You sit beside it, you touch it with your feet, your palms. You lie down. You drink tea. Maybe two. And suddenly it happens - not you choose the carpet, but the carpet chooses you. Like when love comes - silently, unexpectedly and irrevocably. Not between two people. Between you and the legacy of your ancestors. Between you and the symbol that just now lit another diamond of your soul.

Only when we are ready will we embrace this power.

Tonight we return to the hotel. The body is asking for rest. The soul smiles. Dinner under the stars, peace, sleep, with the feeling that the desert will continue to speak to us for a long time to come.

A day of regeneration and relaxation and the possibility of a Berber cooking/baking course

Day 7 ~ Relax & Culinary Days.
Rest, relaxation and culinary cooking course

Breakfast and it's time for a well-deserved rest. Relax and soak up the energy from the sun, relax by the pool and enjoy a private, delicious home-cooked meal prepared in the kitchen by local women using fresh ingredients.

Optional: With our love for Moroccan gastronomy, which is flavourfully fascinating, delicious, healthy and rich in history, one step towards creating this absolutely sumptuous experience was a cooking course led by Berber women whose skills and practice have been passed down through the generations.

Together we will embark on this journey of ours - a food experience with the locals, where by combining tradition, ancestral wisdom, fresh ingredients ( which is almost a given in this country - harvesting fruits, vegetables connects Berbers to the land) and the finest spices from the local market, we will create a meal that will nourish our bodies, minds and spirits. This is thanks to the deep roots of the connection with the indigenous Berber people, whose territory begins in the Egyptian desert and ends on the coast of the Canary Islands

Bislama. Goodbye until we meet again.

Day 8 ~ Breakfast and departure from Morocco

Indulge in one last breakfast in a land of beauty and contrast before your private chauffeur drives you to the airport. In fact, after 8 days but based on the experiences we have had, we have spent almost a month here. Our wish is that you leave knowing that the journey itself is the destination.