The Call of the Atlantic

After a whirlwind of adrenaline-pumping adventures in Marrakech, my soul yearned for a different kind of thrill—a serene escape to the coast. The promise of ocean air and the allure of the argan trees led me to book a Drive Outside Essaouira tour. As the sun began its ascent, I found myself greeted by Hicham, our multilingual driver, whose punctuality and warm “good morning” set the tone for the day. With a steaming cup of mint tea in hand, I settled into the car, ready to embrace the journey ahead.

The road westward unfurled like a ribbon through the Moroccan countryside, each mile revealing a new facet of this enchanting land. Villages blinked past, and to my delight, I spotted goats perched in the argan branches, defying gravity with their sure-footed grace. Our first stop was a women’s argan oil cooperative, where Karima, our guide, shared the intricate process of transforming nuts into liquid gold. The room was filled with the comforting aroma of toasted almonds, and the pride in their craft was palpable. It was a moment of genuine hospitality, a small taste of oil with warm bread, and no hard sell—just a celebration of tradition.

Embracing Essaouira

As we reached the coast, the Atlantic breeze greeted me with a refreshing embrace, and the ochre walls of Essaouira came into view. The medina, with its whitewashed lanes and blue shutters, felt like a breath of fresh air compared to the bustling streets of Marrakech. I wandered the ramparts, my footsteps echoing on ancient stone as waves crashed against the rocks below. Down at the port, the iconic blue boats bobbed in unison, nets piled high, and fishermen shared laughter over the day’s catch. The salty aroma of grilled fish wafted through the air, an irresistible invitation to indulge.

The souks of Essaouira offered a different kind of adventure—one of leisurely exploration and friendly exchanges. A vendor with a warm smile wrapped a scarf around my shoulders, a gesture “against the wind,” and I couldn’t resist purchasing a small piece of thuya wood, intricately inlaid with delicate patterns. Street musicians filled the square with gnawa rhythms, and for a few dreamy minutes, I stood captivated by their melodies. Lunch was a simple yet perfect affair: fresh grilled sardines, a squeeze of lemon, and a side of tomato salad at a no-frills spot near the ramparts. If you’re planning a day trip to Essaouira, come hungry and ready to savor every moment.

The Tranquil Return

With some free time left, I seized the opportunity for a short camel ride along the beach. The soft sand, endless horizon, and the peaceful hush of the big skies created a sense of tranquility that was both exhilarating and calming. Layers were essential, as the breeze can be brisk even under the sun, and comfortable shoes proved invaluable for navigating the cobblestone streets.

As the day drew to a close, we began our return journey, the sky ablaze with hues of pink and tangerine behind the argan groves. The rhythmic hum of the road lulled me into a peaceful doze, a fitting end to a day that had been both gentle and invigorating. Essaouira had given me the peace I didn’t know I needed, and Hicham’s safe, steady driving ensured that every moment was savored. This adventure was a reminder that sometimes, the most thrilling experiences are found in the quiet moments of reflection and connection with nature.