In Akkuş, your evening plan hinges on when the fog decides to roll down the mountain. The farther you get from the center, the thinner the crowds and the thicker the pine smell — no matter the hour, these streets stay unhurried. Chasing city noise? Wrong turn. Craving highland air and a glass of tea in hand? You're set. Not sure what to do next? Nobody here is either. Roll the dice and let the mountain decide.