You're in Turkey's highest district center, where just breathing counts as light exercise. Winters run long in Başkale, the tea steeps dark, and conversation carries real weight. Nightlife isn't much of a thing this close to the border, up among these highlands, but nobody shortchanges a hot stove or a crowded table either. Don't stress over "what should we do" — overthinking at this altitude just makes you dizzy. Roll the dice and let something up high make the call.