You step out before breakfast and the rockscape arrives with the light — ridges and cones catching the sun like the ribs of something ancient. Over the next 48 hours a small minivan becomes your theater seat: drivers steer, a local guide narrates, and the landscape performs. On Day One the Red Tour threads you past Devrent’s uncanny animal shapes and through the lunar fields around Paşabağ, where fairy chimneys rise like eroded towers daring you to name them. You eat in Avanos, where clay-stained hands still throw pots the same way they have for centuries, then watch a demonstration that places centuries of craft in one slow, precise motion.