A Short Walk With My Horse
No doubt reconnaissance is seldom wasted, and should always be a multifaceted affair, but two years on foot under canvass in the Turkish Middle East leading a modest horse caravan as an emerging market entry strategy can’t help but be a multi-dimensional love affair with daytime spent looking down and nighttime looking up. Sadly, no records remain, so you’ll have to take my word for it, or do it yourself! I can reveal I had an excellent Russian guide called Ouspensky who I picked up in the UK before I left, and a set of exercises I stole off a Vietnamese buddhist called Thong in St John’s Wood London that helped me survive -30° nights and snowstorms over winter in Kars, which appropriately enough is Turkish for snow. I got off lightly enough, just a touch of PTSD that I bottled up with the rest of the experience, and stuck in the old cellar for minimum 20 years like instructed, come what may. Not long to opening time now!