Everyone here lives two steps from the sea, and somehow you still end up pacing the coast road wondering what to do. This is where weekend escapees land, where citrus hangs in the air, and where the evening wind cools things down on its own schedule. You come to get away from İskenderun and then can't be bothered to go back. Deciding gets replaced by just lying on the beach anyway. Skip the decision — roll the dice, Arsuz slows you down either way.