An evening plan in Eleşkirt tends to write itself once the silence settles over the plain. The road cutting through the fields takes you either to a village or to the foot of the mountain — there isn't really a third option. Killing time on the handful of streets downtown is on the table too, though it won't take long. You don't have to decide much here; the plain has already been deciding for you, slowly. Just roll the dice and let it carry you.