A Love for Adventure, Rediscovered
Morocco is where I re-discovered my love for adventure.
I’ve always dreamed of faraway places. As a kid, I devoured stories of wild expeditions—deserts, mountains, and uncharted roads. But when it came to setting out on my own, I never really dared to go all in.
Sure, I’d gone hiking. I’d taken bike trips. I’d pitched my tent in beautiful corners of Europe. But nothing quite scratched the itch for real adventure… not until I set foot in Morocco.
The first time I crossed the Atlas Mountains, something shifted. The colors, the chaos, the rhythm of the place—it got under my skin in the best way. I couldn’t wait to come back. Over the years, I did. Again and again. At one point, I even began guiding coaching groups into the desert. Morocco became a part of my personal story. A landscape of transformation, not just geographically—but internally too.
Why I Was Hesitant to Go Back
So when Nike suggested we leave Santana behind and take a road trip across Morocco, you’d think I’d be thrilled.
Truth is—I wasn’t.
It’s not that I didn’t want to go. I did. But I had my hesitations. For one, we had planned to reach the Canary Islands before winter hit—chasing warmth, sunshine, and maybe a bit more sailing rhythm. (What we didn’t know yet: the Canaries aren’t exactly paradise in December either.)
Then there was the boat. Leaving Santana alone in a marina for three weeks? That never feels easy.
And finally—there were the dogs.
Morocco, in my memory, was a country where dogs weren’t exactly welcome. Stray cats, yes. But dogs in the medinas? In shops? In restaurants? Forget it. I couldn’t imagine finding a hotel that would let us in with two big ones. I didn’t want this experience to become a logistical mess—or worse, a source of stress.
Taking the Leap
But Nike had her heart set on it. She offered to plan the stopovers and sort out the logistics. I wasn’t fully convinced, but I agreed to give it a go.
And as you’ll see in the video… I’m glad I did.
The dogs were incredible—calm, adaptable, and happy to be with us. Having them in the desert felt like bringing a piece of home into this land I love so much. And for me, it meant something more: I got to show Nike what this place means to me. Why it shaped me. Why it still calls me back.
No Regrets, Only Gratitude
Looking back now, I’m grateful I didn’t let my doubts win. The road trip was was rich, real, and full of moments that reminded me why I chose this life.
Sometimes the best adventures are the ones you almost said no to.
All the best, stay curious and salty my friend, Floh