Kümbet & Bektaş Plateaus

In midsummer the roads climbing from Giresun into the mountains suddenly fill up. Cauldrons, quilts and kemençes in the car trunks; folk songs spilling from the windows; greetings from relatives who haven’t seen each other in years… As if the whole city had been summoned somewhere on the same day, at the same hour. So how does a yayla, once a year, gather together a hometown scattered far from home?