Along this narrow littoral, a century ago, the Tekke Turcomans had grazed their camels and tough Argamak horses, and tilled the soil around forty-three earthen fortresses.
And rather than hosting all-night keggers and attending boozy pub crawls, you may find yourself spending entire afternoons playing peekaboo or building forts out of seat cushions.
What made them so comically sinister is that they were always luxurious: in real life, villains' bunkers are claustrophobic places made worse by an atmosphere of paranoia.