The Longest Bus Journey of My Life: Tangier to Dakhla

After a record-breaking 36-hour bus ride spanning approximately 2,000 km, we finally arrived in Dakhla two mornings ago—March 10th, 2025, at around 8:30 AM. This journey took us from the northernmost tip of Morocco in Tangier all the way down to the edge of the Western Sahara, a distance that, if traveled north, would have taken us deep into Europe.

The decision to take this epic bus ride was a deliberate one. Instead of choosing Supra Tours, we opted for CTM, one of Morocco’s older and more established bus companies. The adventure began on a cold and rainy Saturday afternoon in Tangier. Bundled up and ready, we got to the bus station early, armed with some snacks but also counting on regular meal stops along the way. However, given that it was Ramadan, the stops were minimal.

One of the only proper breaks we had was for Iftar, where the bus stopped at a designated place with pre-arranged Iftar trays—simple but fulfilling. After breaking our fast, we boarded again, settling in for the night. As grueling as the ride was, exhaustion took over, and we managed to sleep through the night, only waking up at what we thought was Agadir. In reality, we had already passed Agadir and reached a different stop—Izmit, or something close to that name—where we found ourselves in an enormous old marketplace. The place exuded history, culture, and the wear of time. We briefly debated staying there and catching another bus from Agadir later but ultimately decided to push forward.

The next leg of the journey was the longest stretch. At 10:00 AM, we boarded the next CTM bus, which would carry us down the entire southern coastline of Morocco, straight to Dakhla. The stops became fewer and more remote as we ventured deeper into the desert landscape. By nightfall, we reached Laayoune, where four young women, dressed for a night out, boarded. Their lively and somewhat rowdy presence disrupted our otherwise quiet ride, adding an unexpected twist to the journey. But, as with all travel, there are lessons in every experience.

Agadir Bus stop

Arriving in Dakhla felt surreal. The Airbnb host met us at the bus station, which was a bit unusual but appreciated after such a long trip. However, the surprises didn’t end there. Upon arriving at our Airbnb, we were met with an unexpected challenge—it was still being cleaned. Then came another curveball: the host informed us that without renting a car, getting around was nearly impossible. We had hoped to explore freely on foot, but the heat made even short walks exhausting.

Determined not to be stranded, I flagged down a passing car and asked if they could take us to the city. That’s how we met Mr. Hakim—our first friend in Dakhla. He welcomed us with warmth and wisdom, telling the girls that this is what life is about—stepping out of the comfort of home, the couch, and the TV to experience reality, people, and their stories. It was a beautiful reminder of why we travel.

Soon after, we managed to rent a car, and just like that, the rhythm of our trip changed. We had the best four days in Dakhla, exploring its vast, serene landscapes, endless beaches, and lively markets. The journey had been long and exhausting, but like a yo-yo, we bounced back, embracing the adventure with open arms.

Travel isn’t just about smooth rides and perfect plans. It’s about embracing the unexpected, finding joy in the detours, and making friends along the way. And this journey—our longest bus ride yet—was a testament to just that.

Worldschooling Takeaway:

This trip wasn’t just about the distance traveled—it was a deep dive into Morocco’s geography, culture, and the unpredictability of the road. Travel teaches patience, resilience, and the beauty of stepping outside our comfort zones.