You’ll ride silent electric motorcycles from Essaouira into pine forests, dunes, and small Berber villages—with plenty of stops for stories and photos. Taste fresh argan oil spread at a local farm, share tea and pastries in an old farmhouse, and catch wild views of camels on the beach. It’s relaxed but full of surprises—you’ll remember how it feels to move slow.
Yes, there’s an intro session with explanations and test rides before heading out—it’s accessible for all skill levels.
The tour includes use of an electric motorcycle and helmet, local guide, tea and pastries at a farmhouse, plus snacks along the way.
The circuit covers several stops around Essaouira including beaches, dunes, forests, villages, and lasts most of the day.
The driver must be at least 16 years old; not recommended for pregnant travelers or those with spinal injuries.
Yes—you’ll stop at a local argan oil producer to learn about cosmetic argan oil and taste Berber spread (amlou).
No hotel pickup is mentioned; public transport options are available nearby for reaching the meeting point.
Yes—tea and pastries are served in a traditional farmhouse setting along with snacks during breaks.
Your day includes use of an electric motorcycle with your choice of vintage-style helmet (great for photos), guidance from a local expert throughout winding tracks near Essaouira Beach, scenic stops at Mogador Island viewpoints and Berber villages, tastings of fresh argan oil spread plus tea and pastries served in an old farmhouse before returning to town together.
I nearly picked the green helmet just for the photos—something about vintage Italian style in Morocco made me laugh. Our guide Youssef grinned and handed me the keys to my electric bike, then did a quick demo in French and English. I was honestly nervous (I’ve never ridden anything electric except a scooter in Berlin), but after a few wobbly circles in front of the shop, it felt weirdly easy. The bikes are quiet—like, you can actually hear the wind off Essaouira Beach and not just your own engine noise. That surprised me.
We zipped out along sandy paths, passing those tall Norfolk pines that look almost out of place here. Youssef pointed at the sea and started telling us stories about Mogador Island—the old cannons are still there, apparently—and then we stopped by this wild sculpture garden (Barakat Mohammad? I think that’s what he called it). There was a faint smell of salt and eucalyptus everywhere. At one point we crossed Oued Ksob where camels were lazing by the water; I tried to get a photo but they just stared back at me like they’d seen it all before.
The route winds through little Berber villages where kids waved as we passed—one girl shouted something I didn’t catch but she had this huge grin. We learned about argan oil production from a woman who let us taste amlou (it’s sweet, nutty, almost like peanut butter but not really). Tea came next in an old farmhouse with blue shutters; I burned my tongue because I was too impatient. After that, riding under pine shade toward the dunes felt unreal—soft sand under the tires, sun flickering through branches. There’s a spot where you see both kitesurfers and camels on Essaouira Beach at once; I still think about that view.
I don’t know if it was the sea air or just being outside for hours without traffic noise, but by the time we circled back to town past Borj El Baroud and that big “I love Essaouira” sign (yeah, we took cheesy photos), I felt lighter somehow. My hair was full of salt and dust. If you’re even half-curious about doing a day trip around Essaouira by electric motorcycle—it’s worth it for the mix of landscapes alone. And honestly? The pastry at tea break is reason enough.

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