In Belen, the wind pretty much decides for you. Stand at the top of the pass and you can't tell if the İskenderun lights below are pulling you in, or if you should turn back toward Antakya instead. When the fog rolls through, you forget the road you saw two minutes ago — making a plan here is basically a luxury item. The slope calls you down, the view calls you up, and you're stuck in between. Since nothing's certain anyway, hand the decision to the dice.