Twenty-five years ago, I drove through south-eastern Turkey. The town of Kahta was enjoying an oil boom, modest by the scale of the Gulf, but with basic hotels crowded with roughnecks, and nodding donkey pumps in the valleys. Now, a more sizeable…
Twenty-five years ago, I drove through south-eastern Turkey. The town of Kahta was enjoying an oil boom, modest by the scale of the Gulf, but with basic hotels crowded with roughnecks, and nodding donkey pumps in the valleys. Now, a more sizeable…