IZILMorocco
Wind-carved dunes running to a horizon of black volcanic rock, with a single vehicle track crossing the sand.

ⴰⵎⵓⴷⴷⵓAmudduThe journey

Where the tarmac ends

Izil is Tamazight for pure, or noble. We route journeys across Morocco from four gateways — Marrakech, Fes, Casablanca and Tangier. Sahara crossings, Atlas passes, and the long way round.

A riad courtyard at blue hour: a zellige-tiled fountain lit from within, lanterns burning under horseshoe arches, an orange tree in the foreground.

ⵉⵣⵉⵍIzil

Izil means pure. It also means noble.

The word is Tamazight — the language of the people who were here before the word Morocco was. It is not a marketing adjective. It is what you call a thing that has not been diluted.

That is the standard we route to. Not the version of the country that has been arranged for arrival, but the one already going about its business at six in the morning, when the bread ovens are lit and the piste out of town is still cold enough to hold a tyre print.

How Izil works

Gateways

Four places to start

Every route Izil runs begins at one of them. Where you land decides which Morocco is within reach.

Multi-day

Selected journeys

All journeys

Unveiled

Four things this country is

All seven regions
  • A village of flat-roofed earth houses stacked up a bare hillside, a snow-covered summit catching the last light behind it.

    The High Atlas

    Villages built out of the hill they stand on, and a snow line that holds into May while Marrakech is already in shirtsleeves.

  • The stone desert of Agafay — low, dark, gravel-covered hills under raking light, with the snow-capped High Atlas along the far horizon.

    Agafay

    Not sand. Forty minutes from the city the ground turns to grey stone and the whole Atlas range stands up along the horizon behind it.

  • A stepped alley in Chefchaouen washed in blue lime, lanterns lit at dusk, a painted blue door at the top of the steps.

    Chefchaouen

    A town in a fold of the Rif that repaints itself blue every spring, lime over lime, until the walls glow at dusk.

  • Atlantic breakers driving in against the crenellated stone ramparts of a coastal town under a heavy, gold-lit sky.

    The Atlantic

    Ramparts taking the swell head-on, and a wind that has crossed nothing whatsoever to reach them.

ⴰⵣⵓⵍAzul

Tell us where you land,
and when.

Every route on this site can be lengthened, shortened or rerouted. Send the dates and the gateway and we will come back with a plan you can argue with.

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