In Büyükorhan, you don't make plans, you invent them. Evening here starts before the sky actually goes dark, and there's more mountain than street, more silence than crowd. If you made it out here to escape Bursa's noise, you're already halfway there. Plateau air, pine smell, and the standing question of what to do now. The answer might not be in you — it might be in the dice. Roll it and see what the mountain village says.