There's no upside to rushing in Köyceğiz — everything here runs on the lake's schedule, and nobody seems to mind. Sit on the shore and watch the water change color, let the scent of the sığla forest drift over eventually, or head across to the thermal springs and get talked into the mud. Wander through the citrus groves and by then your plan for the day has already fallen apart. That's fine. You don't have to pull it back together — there's a dice, there's a lake, and the evening tends to sort itself out regardless.