There's no such thing as an evening plan in Bozdoğan — there's just the evening. You're at the foot of Madran Mountain, where water is the local claim to fame. Two laps through the market and you've greeted half the town; by the third lap, indecision sets in. Head for the reservoir, or park under a plane tree with tea? Overthinking it goes against the local grain. Roll the dice and let the mountain decide.