Villa Zagora Ma Villa au Sahara

Address: Route de Nekhla, Direction Tazzarine, Zagora, 45900, Morocco | B&B
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This B&B, located on Route de Nekhla, Direction Tazzarine, Zagora, is near Agadir Beach, Beaches of Agadir, Agadir Kasbah, and Taghazout Beach.
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          • Restaurant
          • Outdoor pool
          • Swimming pool
          • Bar/lounge


          • Non-smoking rooms
          • Free High-Speed Internet
          • Wireless internet connection in room (free)
          • Wireless internet connection in public areas
          • Smoking rooms available
          • High-speed internet in room
          • Beverage Selection
          • Free parking
          • Pets allowed
          • Family rooms


          • Suites


          • Airport Transportation
          • Shuttle bus service
          • Continental Breakfast
          • Room service
          • Kids activities or Babysitting

          TripAdvisor Reviews Villa Zagora Ma Villa au Sahara

          4.50 of 5 stars Outstanding

          Travel Blogs from Zagora

          Day 8: from Merzouga to Zagora

          A travel blog entry by martinn on Feb 14, 2015

          5 photos

          ... to do it again. They got into an argument and the boss had to do the work himself in the end. Only at the third attempt the tire as not leaking air and we could accept it. Repaired rim and new tire for 30 euros. Not so bad!

          Meantime at the camping the tent was set up together with the tents from teams Rhino, Geld voor Gambia and Spirit. With the vegtables purchased earlier today ...

          To Zagora: Deserts, Floods and Hostile Borders

          A travel blog entry by crowdywendy on May 22, 2014

          22 photos

          ... much to land here for... Mohamed did a few "wheelies" for good measure before we returned to the jarring and jolting of our journey.

          Another hour later we reached the village of Ramlia, 22 kilometers south of the Ouzina Rimal and right on the Algerian border. As we entered the little village a group of motor bikes zoomed past, the riders bizarrely wearing turbans and robes, and all with mobile phones jammed to ...

          Sharif monument, library, and pottery

          A travel blog entry by arigney87 on Nov 29, 2012

          8 photos

          ... by a small wall and always with a women's entrance. The only place men & women may intermix during prayer is while on pilgrimage to Mecca.

        • There are no women imams (priests) - only men. Women may become spiritual guides - or mosheda - in order to discuss and provide guidance to other women on topics that men & women do not discuss. (I wish I knew what topics those were...)
        • Children are taught prayers starting at age 7.
        • After ...

          To pop or not to pop?

          A travel blog entry by jogrey on Oct 31, 2012

          2 photos

          Today, we finally have to talk blisters, I'm sorry. At least it's better than bowels! So for a few days now I have felt quite smug that my feet have maintained their fleshy, soft, though now slightly whiffy appearance. Not a blemish in sight. My feet aren't the most beautiful you will ever see. They're quite large for a lady; size 8 in UK terms mostly. But then I've never professed to being a lady. They are also very wide with the two longest toes next to the big toe being of ...

          1123 Breakfast with the Village Chief (Mor 365)

          A travel blog entry by nathanphil on Nov 30, 2011

          11 photos

          Day 055: 3 hours, 2.3 kms

          The next series of town are packed so closely together I'm just going to count them as one town. I stop to ask a well dressed fellow coming out of his house the name of the town, and, even though he’s in a hurry, he insists on showing my hospitality, telling his wife to bring me tea and breakfast pastries.

          "I’m the ...