You're in the district named after the ancient Urartian capital, so worrying about "what should we do tonight" on top of three thousand years of history feels a little silly. In Tuşba, history looks out from the castle walls, the lakeshore keeps stretching, and the local university crowd keeps things lively. Reed beds, birds, sunsets — the raw material is endless, the script isn't written yet. Roll the dice; nobody's shown up here with a plan since the Urartians.