Morocco Changed Me Forever! Riding Across a Country of Magic 🇲🇦 | THE MOVIE
Morocco was the beginning of my journey across Africa, but it quickly became far more than a country I simply needed to cross. From the moment I arrived in Tangier, the landscape, traffic, architecture and pace of life constantly changed around me. This film brings together the entire Moroccan chapter of the journey—from the Mediterranean coast and ancient cities of the north to the Atlas Mountains, Atlantic coastline and the vast emptiness of Western Sahara.
After crossing from Algeciras, I began in Tangier before riding into the Rif Mountains toward Chefchaouen. Known for its blue-painted streets, the city was visually striking, but reaching it was just as memorable: winding mountain roads, changing weather and the first real sense that the African journey had begun. From there, I continued to Fes, entering the dense maze of its old medina, exploring the traditional tanneries and experiencing one of Morocco’s most intense and historic cities.
The route then took me through Volubilis, where Roman ruins and ancient mosaics offered a completely different picture of Morocco’s past. In Rabat, I explored the capital’s old walls, the Kasbah and the ruins of Chellah before continuing south to Casablanca. The city was large, crowded and far more chaotic than I expected. Between the traffic, the coastline and the famous landmarks, Casablanca felt less romantic than its reputation—but it was still an important part of understanding modern Morocco.
Nothing, however, prepared me for Marrakesh. The roads were frantic, the traffic seemed to operate without rules, and the centre was filled with noise, crowds, performers, monkeys, snake charmers and constant movement. It was exhausting, fascinating and completely overwhelming. Leaving the city behind brought one of the greatest contrasts of the trip: the ride into the Atlas Mountains.
The Atlas became one of the defining moments of the entire journey. The road climbed through valleys, villages and high mountain passes, surrounded by enormous peaks and rapidly changing terrain. After the congestion of Morocco’s cities, the open roads felt like freedom. The combination of sweeping bends, dramatic scenery and perfect riding conditions made it one of the best days I had ever experienced on a motorcycle.
From the mountains, I travelled to Ouzoud, where huge waterfalls dropped into a deep valley surrounded by cliffs and greenery. I then headed west toward Essaouira, trading mountain scenery for Atlantic winds, beaches, camels and the remains of the Sultan’s palace near Diabat. Essaouira felt calmer and more relaxed than the cities I had already visited, offering a brief pause before the long ride south.
The coastal road from Essaouira toward Agadir became another highlight. It followed the Atlantic through cliffs, empty beaches and long stretches of open tarmac. Agadir itself felt modern and spacious, but the journey was increasingly becoming less about the cities and more about the landscapes between them.
Continuing through Tiznit and Tan-Tan, the scenery began to change dramatically. Green valleys and busy towns disappeared, replaced by rocky plains, desert plateaus and increasingly isolated roads. Near Akhfenir, I explored the dramatic Atlantic coastline and the enormous sea caves carved into the cliffs. The wind grew stronger, towns became less frequent and the scale of the landscape became difficult to comprehend.
Further south, I passed through Laayoune, Boujdour and the long roads of Western Sahara. This was Morocco at its most exposed: hundreds of kilometres of desert, strong crosswinds, blowing sand and almost nothing between settlements. The roads were often excellent, but the isolation meant that every fuel stop, mechanical concern and weather change had to be taken seriously.
Eventually, I reached Dakhla, a remote city surrounded by desert, ocean and a vast lagoon. After riding the entire length of Morocco, arriving there felt like reaching the edge of the known world. Dakhla offered time to rest and prepare, but it also marked the end of the Moroccan chapter. Ahead lay the border with Mauritania, the rough tracks of no-man’s-land and a much more uncertain stage of the expedition.
Looking back, Morocco contained almost every kind of journey in a single country: ancient medinas, Roman ruins, chaotic cities, mountain passes, waterfalls, Atlantic beaches and endless desert roads. It tested my patience, surprised me constantly and gave me some of the greatest riding experiences of my life. What began as the first leg of a much larger expedition became a complete adventure of its own—and a country that changed the way I saw the journey ahead.
I’ll be documenting this adventure along the way — the good, the bad, and everything in between. If you want to ride with me through Africa’s deserts, mountains, chaos, and calm, you can follow the journey on Instagram, and TikTok. I’ll be sharing stories from the road, raw moments, and the reality behind chasing freedom on two wheels.
So, come along for the ride — the long way through Africa.
Peace!
