You will never learn to hurry in Finike, because nothing here is hurrying you — the day loads up slowly, crate by crate, like the oranges. Walking the shore, the only distance you measure is from one ice cream to the next bench. When the late sun spreads over the water, even the regret of "I did nothing today" tastes sweet. Skip the planning and roll the dice instead; here the right call is always the laziest one.