Pedal through Marrakech’s hidden corners, taste real Moroccan food where locals eat, and soak up stories from guides who know every shortcut and secret stall.
Finding the bike shop was easy—just a quick walk from the main road, tucked behind a row of orange trees. The guides greeted us with big smiles and that easy Moroccan warmth. We got fitted for helmets and bikes (mine had a squeaky bell), then chatted about the route while sipping mint tea. The morning air smelled faintly of bread baking somewhere nearby, and you could hear the city waking up—roosters, distant horns, a moped or two.
Our first real stop was a tiny café where locals huddled over bowls of bisara and loubia. The bisara, thick and earthy, came with a drizzle of olive oil and a squeeze of lemon. We tore off hunks of khobz to scoop it up, washing it down with sweet mint tea poured from high above the glass. It’s the kind of breakfast you’d never find in a hotel buffet—simple, filling, and perfect after a bit of pedaling.
We rolled past palaces and mosques, our guide weaving in stories about sultans and dynasties. The Kasbah Mosque stood out—its pink walls glowing in the morning sun, with the call to prayer echoing off the stone. We didn’t go inside (bikes aren’t allowed), but just pausing outside, you could feel the history in the air.
The Mellah, Marrakech’s old Jewish quarter, was a maze of narrow lanes and gold shops. At a spice stall, the owner let us sniff jars of ras el hanout and cumin, explaining which blends go into tagine or couscous. I picked up a small bag of saffron—couldn’t resist. The fish market next door was busy, the air sharp with salt and lemons.
Lunch was at a no-frills spot where the menu changed daily. We started with a chopped salad, then shared tangia (slow-cooked beef in clay pots), fluffy couscous, and a chicken tagine with preserved lemon. Our guide insisted we save room for cookies—chebakia, sticky with honey, and ghriba, crumbly and sweet.
Jemaa el-Fna was wild as always—snake charmers, orange juice stalls, the smell of grilled meat drifting through the air. We parked our bikes in the middle of it all and grabbed fresh-squeezed juice from a vendor who’s apparently been there for decades. The Koutoubia Mosque towered nearby, its sandstone minaret visible from almost anywhere in the city.
We wound our way back through twisting alleys, dodging donkeys and mopeds, finally rolling into the shop again—tired, full, and grinning. I left with new tastes in my mouth and a little dust on my shoes. If you want to see Marrakech like a local, this is it.
Yes, the route is mostly flat and our guides adjust the pace for all levels. If you can ride a bike comfortably, you’ll be fine.
You’ll sample Moroccan classics like bisara, loubia, tangia, couscous, tagine, fresh salads, cookies, and mint tea—plus local sweets and juices.
Yes, just let us know in advance and we’ll make sure there are plenty of vegetarian dishes for you to try.
No need! Bikes and helmets are provided and fitted for you at the start of the tour.
Your spot includes a friendly local guide, bottled water, all food tastings, use of a well-maintained bike, and helmet. Just bring your appetite—and maybe a camera for all those food shots!
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