Ask how time passes in a district leaning against the foot of a mountain, and the answer is: unhurried. Morning brings hot spring steam, noon stretches into a long tea-stall chat, and evening cools the hillside streets enough for a walk. There's no such thing as a 'schedule' here — the day builds itself and you ride along. Mineral-scented mountains above, hot water below. Skip the planning, roll the dice, and let Hani take it from there.