If you yearn for European beaches, go to Italy, and if coconuts are your thing then try Indonesia. But if you fancy something a little different, long empty ocean roads and secluded coves all to yourself, and aren’t bothered about frills and luxury, then you could do worse than giving the Moroccan coast a go.

We’d been travelling with Wild Morocco and having already crossed the High Atlas, traversed the Anti Atlas and explored the Ameln Valley, it was now time for a bit of salt and sea air. I was hugely excited as despite numerous visits to the country, we’d not yet made it to the coast. Not being beach bums and shuddering at the thought of sun-loungers, the rugged and little-visited stretch of Morocco really appealed.

However I have to say our first glimpse of the coast just beyond the town of Tiznit was a bit of an anticlimax.

Extracts from original blog post from The Conversant Traveller by Heather Cole Images courtesy of The Conversant Traveller – all rights reserved.

Our first glimpse of the Moroccan coast wasn’t anything to write home about

Yet it was exciting to think that the next stop out there across the vast expanse of blue was in fact Florida! And no matter where you are, there is simply something about the sea that touches the soul in the way that no mountain or desert can ever do.

Mirleft

As we drove south down the R104 the scenery improved dramatically, and we couldn’t have chosen a better spot to spend the night than near the perfectly situated coastal village of Mirleft.

Our Wild Morocco driver Salah told us that like many other Moroccans, he comes here with his friends and family for several weeks every summer during Ramadan when it becomes too hot in the cities. I can quite appreciate the lure of the cool sea breezes and barbecues on the beach, but have to admit I was a little surprised that people stay so long. Speaking to Eric Janssens, owner of the boutique hotel Dar Najmat where we stayed the night, many of the houses in the area are in fact second homes belonging to Moroccans who come to stay in the summer. So who am I to argue!

Fabulous view from Dar Najmat, Marabout beach, Mirleft

Mirleft, like many of the other coastal towns and villages in Morocco remains very traditional, and we barely saw any women out in the streets during our visit.

Legzira

The next day was a long drive all the way up the coast to Essaouira, the famous white-washed fishing town just a couple of hours north of Marrakech.

First, however, we meandered a little way south to the sea arches at Legzira. Finally, a place on the coast I can say with all honesty is spectacular! The tide was up when we arrived, but that didn’t stop us from exploring the length of the beach, enjoying the feel of sand between our toes, and playing ‘chicken’ in the waves just like little kids.

Happy to finally get to dip my feet in the Moroccan ocean

There is plenty of parking at the top of the cliff, then a fairly steep 5 minute walk down to the beach where there are a few cafes and toilets. Although it’s a popular place with locals at weekends, many enjoying a bit of sunbathing or picnics in the dunes, the place didn’t feel at all crowded and as we strolled along the sand felt that we had the beach pretty much to ourselves. Not difficult when it stretches for about 8kms!

The beach at Legzira

Legzira is often seen as one of the most beautiful beaches in all of Africa, mainly due to its two formidable sedimentary rock arches, formed by years of erosion from the pounding sea. I’m told the best time to see them is at sunset when the rock turns a glowing red colour, but our schedule meant we had to visit during the morning instead.

Perfectly formed sea arch at Legzira

We could only go as far as the first sea arch due to the high tide, and probably should have stopped short of the cliff itself, but couldn’t resist seeing just how far we could get without swimming! After a few minutes watching how far the waves came up the beach we deemed it safe to pose for photos beneath the arch. Clearly we hadn’t waited long enough…

Realising we were laughing at our misfortune (we hadn’t yet thought about the sand that would be in our pants for the rest of the day!), Salah (thankfully) opted for saving my bag from a watery grave and even managed to take a photo as the wave washed back down the beach.

Getting drenched in the name of ‘we were here’ at Legzira

Sidi Ifni

After our excitement at Legzira, we drove a little further south to investigate the popular resort of Sidi Ifni. Again, we were disappointed in the settlement. The cluster of white-washed decaying art deco properties and dusty, dilapidated streets epitomised an air of not long forgotten Spanish colonial ambition. It was only in 1969 that Sidi Ifni was returned by Spain to Morocco, and today you’re still as likely to come across paella as you are tagine. It was pretty deserted when we visited, and although the beach is impressively long and popular with surfers, it wasn’t a patch on Legzira.

Not quite sure what to make of the Blue Rocks near Tafraoute…a Belgian painter’s tribute to his late wife…art or vandalism?

Something else that puts us off tours is guides who incorrectly assume we want to chatter constantly. Sure, we love learning new things, discussing our different cultures and getting to know each other, but we also love watching the world go by out of the window without having to make small talk. Salah got this spot on, and when none of us felt like chatting we alternated between his and hubbie’s contrasting music playlists. Apparently hubbie ruled mine unacceptable for general listening, no doubt something to do with too much Mozart and an over-abundance of whale music! The boy has no taste.

The faded colonial feel of Sidi Ifni depicted in the town’s colours of blue and white

Agadir

Retracing our steps north again to Mirleft we joined the N1 and continued up the coast to Agadir. This stretch wasn’t particularly scenic, as the road headed inland though mile upon mile of argan trees and rocky scrub-land. I won’t say much about Agadir except that it lived up to all our expectations. It’s a hideous blot on the landscape, and in my opinion holds absolutely no attraction for visitors unless you’re into clubbing, drinking, concrete block high-rise hotels and big crowded beaches. I just can’t imagine why anyone would come here for a holiday, but I’m glad we’ve seen it because now when I advise people to steer clear, I can say it with conviction gained from experience, not just assumption.

We won’t be back to Agadir!

Taghazout

North of Agadir it got better again, and we were charmed by the popular surfing spots around Taghazout where the villages were cute and the beaches relatively clean. Taghazout is a laidback Berber fishing village, and apparently between October and April is the top destination for both beginner and professional surfers in Morocco. It was pretty busy with domestic tourists whist we were there in May, and I suspect demand now out-paces the provision during the summer. Uncertain that Morocco could cope with my surfing prowess we stuck to dry land but I can easily see why so many people choose this stretch of coast for their watery holidays.

The road then wound inland up to Essaouira. More on this coming soon…

The scenery between Agadir and Essaouira pretty much looks like this all the way!

The Verdict

I’m happy that we included this coastal route on our itinerary this time, and that I finally got my Atlantic paddle. It worked really well as a big loop road trip starting in Marrakech and ending in Essaouira via the Atlas Mountains. Mirleft and Legzira were definite highlights, as was the fact we pretty much had most places to ourselves.

Yet would I ever return? In all honesty, probably not, unless I decide to turn into a surfer babe, and seeing as hubbie thinks there is more chance of me flying to the moon, this probably won’t be happening any time soon. Although…I’ve always fancied a trip to Mars…

Our private tour with Wild Morocco was complimentary but all words, photos and opinions, as always, remain my own.

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