Skoura is one of those places that makes you glad you packed a bike helmet. Out here on the palm-fringed edge of the desert, cycling isn’t a sideshow – it’s the way the place reveals itself.

You pedal out on quiet dirt tracks, past crumbling mud-brick kasbahs that lean into the light, their walls framed by olive groves and ranks of date palms. The e-bikes take the sting out of the effort, leaving you free to weave along irrigation channels and old aqueducts, watching oasis life unfold at an easy, unhurried pace.

There’s time to duck into a potter’s workshop, where clay turns to bowls and tagines in a haze of dust and chatter, and to pause at a small farm, with the Atlas Mountains hovering on the horizon like a painted backdrop. For a half-day out, it feels surprisingly rich – a snapshot of oasis culture stitched together by a few hours in the saddle.

Because the e-bikes do most of the hard work, this isn’t just for hardened cyclists. Kids, first-timers, and riders who haven’t seen a bike since their school days can all get in on it. In Skoura, the only real requirement is curiosity – the bikes handle the rest.