M’hamid El Ghizlane

At the very end of the road, where asphalt dissolves into sand and silence takes over, M’hamid El Ghizlane feels like the edge of the known world. From the first moments, travel here becomes something elemental. The air is dry and vast, the horizon infinite, and time seems to loosen its grip.

This destination is not a place you pass through casually. It is a threshold. Once a crossroads for caravans, it now stands as the last village before the great emptiness of the Sahara. Tourism here is defined by humility and respect, shaped by the desert rather than by expectation.