Nobody rushes in Samandağ, so leave that habit at the door. Head down toward the sea and Hatay's cramped city feeling loosens right up — you stretch out along the coast, turn toward Çevlik, and drift all the way to where the Asi river meets the sea. No one imposes a schedule; the plan forms on its own. When the evening wind cools things down you sit, the table stretches, the conversation stretches further still. Don't bother deciding — roll the dice and let the rest sort itself out.