ghoti's nocturnal wanderings in ganja

i just checked and it's a crisp morning with a hint of frost, hope you like that kind of thing. the streets are quiet, the air smells like burnt coffee and distant pine. i wander past the old clock tower, its hands forever stuck at three, and think about the rumors swirling around this place.

someone told me that the abandoned mill down by the river still hums at midnight, as if someone is plucking a forgotten tune. i heard that the town's only bakery sells a pastry that tastes like sunrise, but you have to arrive before the sun actually rises.

if you get bored, izmir is only a couple of hours away by bus, and the vibe there is a whole other world.

i stopped at a tiny café that locals swear by, the owner never smiles but pours the strongest brew you’ll ever taste. check out the reviews on tripadvisor for the place, though the comment section is more gossip than critique.


the neighbor towns whisper about a hidden waterfall you can only find if you follow the old goat path. i heard that the waterfall changes color after a rainstorm, turning a deep emerald that looks like liquid jade.


i snapped a few photos, one of the sunrise over the hills, another of the cobblestone lane that looks like it was drawn by hand.

another shot of the misty valley,

and a panoramic view of the mountains,

here's a quick map so you can see where i am wandering around:

the night market pops up after dusk, stalls lit by lanterns selling spices that make your eyes water and your heart race. i heard that the old clock tower was built by a mason who refused to use any iron, only wood and stone, which is why it creaks like a ship in a storm. if you ever feel lost, just follow the scent of fresh bread from the bakery on the corner; it always leads you back to the square.


overall, the place feels like a half‑finished poem, a little raw, a little beautiful, and totally worth the sleepless nights. if you’re looking for something off the beaten path, give it a try, just bring a good pair of shoes and maybe a spare battery for your camera. also, you might want to book a room at the modest inn on the main square; the price is surprisingly low for the charm it offers. yelp has some mixed feelings, but the locals seem to love it. ankara forum often has threads about the town's odd legends.

phew, that’s enough for now. hope you enjoyed the ramble.