Çukurova roasts below while you're up in Tufanbeyli looking for a sweater — the altitude here pulls you straight out of Adana's hot-weather cliché and into genuine Toros cool. Plateaus, pine smell, an evening chill that settles right into your lungs. Planning is pointless because the weather changes its mind every five minutes, and so do you. By the time you've asked what to do, it's already evening. Skip the math — roll the dice.