In Bulanık, life starts on the plain and winds down at the foot of the mountains. Livestock, wide fields, and cultivated flatland ring the town; by evening the streets go quiet, a couple of tea houses fill up, and you're left pacing back and forth, unsure where to go. Nobody rushes here — you could sit for hours deciding, but there's no need. Roll the dice, walk toward whatever neighborhood comes up, and let the plain's quiet handle the rest.