Tours to Morocco from Almaty: prices from 964,000 ₸

I was cheap and got a deal at this agency, Morocco is not exactly next door after all, and here Casablanca just happened to fit into my weekend. The hotel they gave was decent, with a sea view well not really a sea view but some courtyard with a palm tree but whatever, but the city itself, meh, honestly thought there would be more of an oriental vibe but it's just regular white houses and hustle, the only Hassan II mosque is actually worth seeing from the ocean. I didn't take any tours, walked around the old medina on my own, as usual they tried to scam me for money but I held my ground, even bought some spices that I now have no idea what to do with, overall a four for not losing my suitcase and a quick check-in, that's all I need

took the trip for the may holidays, a week at the sea in Agadir.. thought it would be hot like in turkey, but here the winds were such that it blew you off the beach, but the ocean is of course power, huge waves, kept turning some kinda stones in my hands on the shore, found one smooth like glass, put it in my pocket already at home looked at it it’s speckled. took the desert excursion, to some sahara there, the road killed like eight hours total, but then those dunes, silence, and not a soul, got back to the hotel already at night, but dinner was like on the first day – couscous and something else with mint, well the hotel is not bad, but like it hasn’t been renovated in thirty years in the room the outlet was wobbling all over that outlet

We were getting an ECO visa and decided to take a tour to Morocco right here too, because Casablanca had been my dream for like five years, and here it was a direct match with my vacation dates, and the manager, she quickly picked out an option with a transfer and a couple of excursions for reasonable money — I didn't argue. What I liked was that they didn't overload you with unnecessary info, just gathered the documents, saw us to the hotel, and the city itself is so lively and contrasty that I didn't even expect it, the Hassan II Mosque really impresses with its size, and the local food in hidden diners turned out tastier than in the hyped places, came back happy and already thinking where else to go with them in the fall.

The manager picked the tour in three days, I didn't even expect it to get sorted with the hotel and flight that fast. Marrakech is not Europe, sure, but it's also not the Africa from the news — it's a crazy mix, I was into it. Smells like spices and something sweet everywhere, crowd on the square, some musician shoved a snake right at my feet, I literally jumped back. I booked the gardens tour on the spot, the guide was a bit sleepy, but the gardens themselves are pretty, though I wish I hadn't skimped on the dinner with the mosque view. came back with a bunch of rugs and a suitcase full of their pottery, my wife shook her head but the tour is a solid five out of five.

Took a tour to Morocco first thing I’ll say — totally happy. The manager picked everything for me, plus he also sorted my tickets when I got confused with the layovers, in short did a top-notch job. Casablanca is not such a big deal as many say, the waterfront and the old medina are genuinely cool spots. Walked around the market there, make sure you check out the local spices, I bought saffron and already tried rice with it at home. Cheap taxis, but expensive restaurants by the waterfront, that’s the dark side for sure. But still we found a small family diner, they had the biggest tagine there — ordered for two and couldn’t finish it. Vacation turned out exactly what I needed no stress just food, sea and vibe)

I booked the tour for my mom and her friend, they’re still thrilled, they keep calling each other and talking about it. The manager put everything together fast, I didn’t even expect prices for Morocco to be that decent in December — Marrakech is a whole separate universe, they brought back a ton of spices and this stupid but amazing handmade ceramic bowl.

Five plus, although at the airport they took forever getting my luggage out and I already thought I'd be left without my stuff, but it worked out. Casablanca is something else, such a mix of Europe and Africa that your head spins, but I liked it, the manager suggested a cool route through the old city, without him I'd definitely have gotten lost in those alleyways. The only thing that rubbed me wrong was the constant pestering of vendors, but it's Morocco after all, by the third day I was waving them off on autopilot, the air ther after the rain is just breathtaking, the ctiy is noisy but alive.

Сама сапар супер болып шықты, Агадирге алғаш рет бара жатқаныма қарамастан, қонақүйді жылытылатын бассейнімен алдық, бірақ су бәрібір сергітетін болып шықты, ал желтоқсандағы теңіз warmer, бұнымен дауласуға болмайды). Сол жердегі ұйымдастыру мені жағымды таң қалдырды, себебі барлық трансферлер минутына минут болды, ал ауа райына келсек — жолымыз болғаны ма, үш күн жел соқты, бірақ біз жай ғана жағалаумен серуендеп, дәмді мандарин шырынын іштік. Пілдей қуанып оралдым, жалғыз өкінішім – соңғы күні базарға уақыт жетпеді, дәмдеуіштерді қосымша сатып алуға, енді оқасы жоқ, қайтуға себеп қалады!

Мароккога, Ағадирге турды жергілікті агенттік арқылы алдым — біздің суық күзден тез қашу керек болды, таңдау соларға түсті, себебі таныстарымның қабырғасында осы фирманың сертификаты ілулі тұрған, бірақ өзім бұрын олардан ештеңе алмаппын. Қонақүйді ең қымбатын алмадық, бірақ бөлме мұхитқа қарап шықты, ал бұл, әрине, жастықтың қаталдығы мен көршілердің шулы кондиционері сияқты ұсақ қолайсыздықтарды жауып тастады. Шөлге экскурсияға бардық, түйелер жуас екен, бірақ құм бетке ұшты — бірақ бұл тіпті көңілді, өзіңді фильмдегі керуенші әйелдей сезінесің. Бәрінен көбірек, таңқаларлығы, жергілікті базар есімде қалды: мен сонда күлкілі ақшаға теріден жасалған пуф сатып алдым, әдетте саудаласуды білмесем де, бірақ сатушының өзі бағаны түсірді, менің үрейленген көзқарасым жалықтырған сияқты. Үйге риза болып оралдым — күйген күнәлі әлі кетпейді, ал көңіл-күй лотереядан ұтып алғандай, сондықтан батыл ұсынамын)

first it even seemed fine, plane was ok, hotel seemed decent, first day already dragged to the market, that smell of spices mixed with sweat and heat, head spinning, bought some nonsense and was happy like a kid, but the desert trip stuck with me the most, those camels, sand crunching seems in every tooth, after a couple hours already dirty from head to toe but the world went crazy with colors, in the hotel everything was clean they fixed towels every day, but by evenings you kinda forget about it, different rhythm there not ours at all. edle not know how you can relax like that when nothing changes groundhog day but in a good way, feeling like you switched off and someone instead of you just sits and looks at the ocean, anyway thanks for oragnizing, came back a different person.

Wedding dress had to be adjusted for my sister in two weeks, so we flew to Agadir because what normal seamstress here would take on that kind of volume. I'll say right away, the dressmaker turned out to be at the hotel, Russian-speaking, lord, how I worried that my daughter would be left without the outfit or just wouldn't make it in time. We flew out on a night flight and I sat the whole way with a measuring tape, double-checking all the measurements and freaked out when I realized the corset had to be taken in not by two, but by all four centimeters. The hotel turned out to be old, but with a huge courtyard and orange trees, for some reason that got me right away. The atmosphere was so relaxed, no rush at all, only the wind from the ocean duet day and evening. My sister went to the fitting with this dressmaker three times and in the end the dress sat like it was made on her, not a single wrinkle anywhere. In the evening on the promenade we bought local sweets and that nasty mint tea they pour from a height, but I guess we got used to it. Smiley people, clean, really tasty basil lemonade in a small cafe opposite the souvenir stalls. Want to go again, only now for our own business and longer, it's just so good there. We weren't even planning to stay longer, but came back and already miss the little details, looked up tickets for winter.

Ezdil v Agadir cherez vashe agentstvo, spasibo menedzher podobrala norm variant, bez nee by zamuchilsya vybirat. Otel popalsya prostoy, no more realno v dvuh shagah, chto dlya menya glavnoe. Pogoda v yanvare sumasshedshaya, priletaesh iz holoda i tut tebya zharit solntse, oschuschenie budto v druguyu realnost popal. Eda v otele odnoobraznaya, no golodnym ne ostaneshsya, vsegda mozhno nayti kuskus ili tazhin, esli pokopatsya. V pervyy zhe den poshel na rynok i chut ne kupil kakoy-to kover, horosho vovremya soobrazil chto ego nekuda vezti, i tak ves bagazh zabit. Ekskursiyu v pustynyu ne bral pozhalel, no zato sam katalsya na taksi po poberezhyu, vidy idillicheskie dazhe bez gida. Atlanticheskiy okean v fevrale bodrit znatno, iskupalsya odin raz i hvatilo, dalshe tolko zagoral s knizhkoy. Vernulsya dovolnyy i s rumyantsem, ostalos tolko razobrat chemodan s poadarkami seme)

Changing my passport before New Year was a real hassle, so when the question came up of where to jet off for the holidays — the choice fell on Marrakech just because the new passport was fresh and the flights from Almaty were decent. The city itself — as complete a jumble of stallholders yelling in Djemaa el-Fna and the smell of fried snails, which I never got up the nerve to try, but that famous mint tea of theirs in a sweaty glass on a terrace overlooking the Koutoubia mosque I’ll remember for a long time. Came back with a suitcase of ceramics and leather poufs that barely fit, but the shopping was a success and we booked the tours right at the hotel — no issues at all, everything smooth.

The hotel won me over with its spa, though there was little use from it — we crawled there already squeezed dry to lounge in the jacuzzi with a view of the palms, but we’d have been better off sleeping in the room. The sea in November is chilly, went out twice and gave up, but the pool was heated and loungers near it were taken by fight; on the last day I didn’t hesitate to get up at seven and throw the towel. The excursion to the waterfalls pleased with its disorganization, three hours in a bus with AC that worked every other time, but the local guide told such funny stories about olives, I was laughing like crazy (and at dinner the food was rubbery, but we didn’t come for that) overall Makrokko is definitely top for its money)))

was getting a visa to Morocco, Agadir, went with the family for a week, walked into the travel agency on my brother's recommendation, they said they handle these visas fast, and they weren't lying, gathered the documents on Monday and by Friday I was already holding the passport with the sticker in my hands, no complaints about the speed, though at first I had doubts, well and the manager — he’s this calm guy in glasses, immediately said which copies are better to make so they don't turn you down, and suggested a cheaper hotel but with a good breakfast, by the way the advice really saved me, everything went smoothly on the spot — and at the hotel they checked us in right away, and the beach wasn't insanely crowded though it is May after all. so that's how I went, happy as a clam, the sea was a bit cool though but who goes in May for the water, we mostly hung around the Atlas mountains on excursions

Marrakesh airport is its own kind of chaos, but we managed, the guide met us right away with a sign and within half an hour I was sitting in the riad drinking mint tea, though the inner courtyard felt like a burning skillet because of the heat, we deliberately looked at it from the upper terrace. Djemaa el-Fna square is so loud your head spins, but that snail stew I tried with hesitation turned out unexpectedly tasty, and the juice seller was hollering so loudly I almost dropped my glass of fresh orange juice (48 dirhams for two glasses, it's a ripoff).. the mosaics in the Majorelle Garden — blue enough to give you goosebumps, the ready-made carpets in the old city are all the same and they sell you the same defective stuff if you don't know where to Look

hoteli vykupit litsenziyu na pomeschenie, eto byla formalnost? yurist buhgalter vse govorili sami poedem posmotrim na meste. sam perelet melkiy so stykovkoy v Parizhe, tam chut ne poteryalsya geyt blizko daleko. suhaya zemlya zapah spetsiy vezde + magaziny, ryad Rikardo i nal pokupat skladno. v obschem dlya takoy kantselyarskoy poezdki norm vyshlo, servis aeroporta i gid bez lazhi

Went to Marrakech through a travel agency, thought it would be just a warm trip, but it turned out — like I fell into another dimension, this city can't be compared to anything I've seen before: the smell of spices in the market, the shouts of the vendors, the terracotta-colored walls — they made my eyes tired by evening, but in a good way. Loved that everything was organized smoothly, the hotel had its own garden and a poool — paradise after daytime walks, I even stayed there a couple of times instead of going on an excursion, didn't regret it, and the main thing — I bought a carpet in the medina, a woman wove it by hand, we communicated with gestures, laughed, and that stuck with me more than any sights!

we went not to Turkey like all sane people, but to Morocco, to Agadir specifically, the trip I took from an agency in Almaty, they offered an option with a local guide and we agreed because we wanted not a resort vibe but a live one, but the resort was there too of course.. the hotel food was just disgusting, nothing but flatbreads with hummus and I spent the whole day running to the local fruit stall, a guy with a camel was selling there and he sold mangoes for 10 dirhams, but that's just how I got by, but the surfing is top and next to the beach there are colorful ruins. the ocean is really cold, for me it was — a shock, who even came up with going to the Atlantic in summer, but the desert excursion was total bliss, the jeep tossed us so much my back was buzzing after, but the view of the sand all that monotony yeah, on the way back our guide bought some ceramics at an old market. i thought it would be worse overall, that rare case when a travel agency didn't screw over a real person, we remembered about the visa a day before the flight, and they sorted it all out without nerves but visas usually get stamped at the airport yeah then I relaxed. good weekend it was, tequila I only drank the brought one cause the local stuff is crap, but nobody died. for that kind of organization i think you can overpay, main thing no hiccups we got back the suitcases fit some goodies and a leather belt the old guy at the bazaar helped me bargain for. I took their ready package with a flight from Shymkent only one transfer although we landed in Casablanca and they drove us for three hours but I slept fine on the road recommendation of course five out of five except for those flatbreads at the hotel, cause I never got properly full.

жалпы тур ұнады, Касабланка менің ойымнан мүлдем басқа қала болып шықты. таңғы астан кейін мешітке бардық, әрине Хасан ІІ-нің мешіті деген алып ғимарат, бірақ ішінде guide-сіз жүргенде біртүрлі асығыстық сезілді деймін. бір кемшілігі - қала сыртындағы экскурсияға барар жолда көлік іші ыстық, кондиционер дұрыс жұмыс істемеді, сонда да ештеңе бұзылған жоқ. касба ауданындағы тар көшелер мен қабырғалардағы түрлі-түсті суреттер — солар үшін ғана аттанып баруға тұрады. увечері портта отырып балық жегенім есімде. үйге оралған соң аяғым ауырғаны рас, көп жаяу жүрдім, бірақ әсері керемет болып қалды. единственный нюанс, дәл осы маусымда көп турист екен

Hajj and umrah no one really explained properly, and I needed to understand the route and logistics for my parents, so I went to the agency, and there just happened to be a tour to Morocco. Casablanca is, of course, an incredible mix of everything: the smell of spices, the cries of seagulls over the port, and the people are very kind, but at the same time in the Hassan II mosque the marble is so cold underfoot that I actually shivered, even though outside it was heat approaching forty.. we were looking at that very marble and the ceiling that opens up, now that's power, yeah, and the guide told stories so amusingly, with mixed-up French words. The tour was organized fine, almost no hiccups, only the transfer they messed around with a bit, had to wait, but nothing critical, came back satisfied

My friend was getting married to a Moroccan and asked me to bring proper Kazakh tea and kurt with me — well, and I figured since I'm flying all that way anyway, I might as well stick around and see Marrakech. Small thing, but it stuck with me most: at the market an old man was selling me spices and in between casually curing a local cat's hangover with mint tea, the cat was yowling bloody murder but drinking it. Five out of three pluses

I hesitated for a long time, but I took this Marrakech tour spontaneously, I wanted exactly warmth and the east, not another Turkey where everyone is pampered up and down. In the end I was satisfied, the city is really alive: the market smells of spices and leather, people don't get into your soul if you don't make contact, I especially liked that mint tea with nuts at home in a little restaurant by the square. Well, and of course the Majorelle garden is my delight, though the queue is big and the local expats have already taken a liking to it up and down but still I've seen older sights