The minivan peels away from Marrakech before sunrise, the medina’s ochre walls shrinking into a ribbon of road that climbs toward the High Atlas. Window frames fill with terraced fields, prickly cacti and then the serrated silhouette of Tizi n’Tichka at 2,260 meters — a cold, wind-honed throat in the mountain range. Over four days this shared package stitches together the region’s contrasts: earthen kasbahs that seem to emerge from the desert, a 110‑meter plunge of river water at Ouzoud, a breezy Atlantic citadel in Essaouira, and a slow camel amble through Marrakech’s palm groves at sunset.