Yenişehir sits in the middle of the plain like a pocket sealed off by mountains. An airport sign might catch you off guard, but you'll see far more people coming back from the fields than off a plane. After six the square empties out and the tea houses fill up; since everyone knows everyone, you don't get the luxury of being bored — word gets around the second you are. Don't bother making a plan, there won't be one left standing anyway. Roll the dice — no coast here, but the fields are wide, and a direction turns up on its own.