Mention Karlıova and most people think of the ground shifting beneath it, but life above ground keeps going too — wide plains, high-pasture roads, mountain ranges lined up in the distance. If you're in this town, having no plan is genuinely fine, since most things here unfold improvised anyway. Tea and conversation, heading out to the countryside, or a short loop through the bazaar — hard to say which. Roll the die, go wherever it lands; you don't have time to argue anyway.