The horses and riders were tired, struggling slowly up the mountain in the intense midday heat. Eventually, we reached a patch of woodland. The trees were old, bent, and twisted from years of strong winds. As we tried to ride through, the branches seemed to grab at us, trying to pull us off our horses. We crouched down, keeping close to the necks of our horses to avoid the branches. But some soldiers weren’t so lucky, and Turkish curses were heard when a branch caught them.
Walking Through the Heat
For a long time, we walked instead of riding. After that, we reached a bare, treeless highland. The ground was dry and hot, burning to the touch. We made a pact to not stop until we reached the top. The horses moved slowly but steadily, dripping with sweat from the effort. There was no wind to cool us down. Our water was warm and unpleasant, and when it ran out, our mouths felt dry and sticky. All I could think about was finding cold, fresh water. Luckily, one of the soldiers knew there was water ahead, so we kept moving with patience Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.
The Summit
When we reached the summit of the mountain, we stopped for a moment to enjoy the relief of a cool breeze. There was a beautiful view of distant mountain ranges, but I didn’t care much about that. All I wanted was to drink some cold water. The horses must have smelled water too, because although the slope was steep, they quickened their pace, struggling to keep their footing on the loose stones that had been washed down by mountain streams.
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