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Purpose Innovation is an essential process for growth and well-being of organisations and society in general but is difficult to manage successfully. Through a better understanding of the innovation mindsets as established strategists use them in practice, this paper aims to improve firms’ success rates of innovation. Design/methodology/approach To examine how innovation processes play out in dynamic environments, the authors undertook a longitudinal two-year multi-case study in the high-tech sector. Findings Strategists in this study showed distinct phases in their successful innovation journey with three dominant mindsets of curiosity, creativity and clarity. The curiosity phase includes actions focused on discovering and understanding the implications and significance of an opportunity. The creativity phase includes actions focused on creating and testing a wide range of options. The clarity phase consists of actions focused on resourcing and implementing change. Practical implications In adopting this framework for use in the field, the authors recommend strategists take time for discovering and getting to core understanding in the curiosity phase. They should then take action by creating and actively testing a broad range of solution ideas in the creativity phase. Finally, organisations need to take care with clear direction and communication when resourcing and implementing in the clarity phase. Originality/value This novel framework which emerged from the longitudinal field research describes the mindsets of innovation and how these are used at different phases in the innovation process.

We present a longitudinal, empirical study of the entrepreneurial opportunity development process, focused specifically on intuition in multiple forms. By following the opportunity development process for several participants over a two-year period, we were able to extract empirical instances of various types of intuition applied to the development of entrepreneurial opportunities. We found that the entrepreneurs in the study used at least four distinct types of intuition: problem-solving, creative, social, and temporal. Of these, we propose temporal intuition as a type not yet discussed in extant literature, while the others have not previously been studied in the entrepreneurial context. There are strong connections between these various aspects of intuition, and we discuss how the four types interact in a dynamic, unfolding process we tentatively define as opportunity intuition.

We present a longitudinal, empirical study of the entrepreneurial opportunity development process, focused specifically on intuition in multiple forms. By following the opportunity development process for several participants over a two-year period, we were able to extract empirical instances of various types of intuition applied to the development of entrepreneurial opportunities. We found that the entrepreneurs in the study used at least four distinct types of intuition: problem-solving, creative, social, and temporal. Of these, we propose temporal intuition as a type not yet discussed in extant literature, while the others have not previously been studied in the entrepreneurial context. There are strong connections between these various aspects of intuition, and we discuss how the four types interact in a dynamic, unfolding process we tentatively define as opportunity intuition.

A few miles from Dhaka we pulled off the highway on to a track that led past dusty shacks, to the semi-deserted dwellings of Sonargaon. This was once the seat of power in south Bengal. But little attempt has been made to preserve the splendid nawab palace or 16th-century mosques. Particularly evocative is a short high street of sumptuous merchants' mansions which are built in the colonial style, with wrought - iron balconies and rococ-co trimmings. This once wealthy quarter - which resembles a decaying Venetian boulevard - is almost overcome by jungle, and is the only evidence of Sonargaon's boom time as an exporter of fine muslin. We reflected on why so little had been done to preserve the country's heritage. We ate an excellent lunch of indigenous specialties - chicken baked in bamboo and grilled fish fresh from the lake - a menu that reminded us that we were far removed from the predominantly Bengali culture of the delta. Looking out across the lake, the neatly terraced hillsides fell into shimmering waters, palm trees standing like windmills on the cliff-edge. I could have been in Bali. British Airways (0870 850 9 850' ba.com) offers return flights from London to Dhaka from around pounds 600. The Guide Tours (00 880 2 988 6983' guide-tours.com) can arrange tours of Dhaka and the surrounding area. Visitors from the UK are required to obtain a visa, which costs pounds 40. For tourist information see bangladesh- tourism.gov.bd PITSTOPS AND LAYBYS: Sonargaon, near Dhaka, was the capital of south Bengal under the Mughals (A)' taxi boats at the ready at Sadarghat harbour on the Buriganga river (B)' Ahsan Manzil, the pink palace in Dhaka (C)' a Buddhist community lives outside Rangamati (D)' Kaptai Lake, where Chakma villages cling to the shore (E)' sunset on the sea at Chittagong (F) Christian walsh

A cavalcade of sailors, pirates, poets and artists have been entranced by Valparaiso, comparing it to Europe's finest trading posts and cultural capitals. What this ramshackle port has in common with Venice and Florence has nothing to do with fine architecture - most of the buildings are humble corrugated iron shacks - or glamorous lifestyles, as the population are largely employed as sailors and dockhands. Valparaiso is, in the Chilean author Salvador Reyes's words, \"La Puerto de Nostalgia\". It was through this \"puerto\" that the world came to Chile on trading boats bound for the west coast of the New World and to the Spice Islands in the Pacific. Any ship rounding the horn set a course straight for Valparaiso. Then the city went from boom to bust almost overnight when, in 1914, the Panama Canal was opened, enabling ships to bypass this southernmost part of the world. But even if the handsome colonial buildings are crumbling, Valparaiso still has great regional importance, and the fact that the city is so vibrant and \"lived-in\", makes it worthy of comparisons with other decaying seaside cities such as Marseille, Havana or Tangier.

Bachkovo is built like a small fortress. But the massive wooden door wasn't enough to keep out the Turks who razed much of the original monastery in the 16th century. The main church was rebuilt in classical Byzantine style, resulting in a complicated structure in which little red-tiled roofs and round turrets jostle for supremacy over the variegated brickwork below. From inside the church drifted an eerie call-and-response: deep male voices issued a line of prayer followed by a line of plainsong. The church was heavy with the smell of incense and my eyes were dazzled by the candlelight reflecting off a forest of silver and gold crosses, candelabras, icons and a thousand other indefinable, heavily gilded objects. In front of me stood four characters straight from Boyadzhiev's folk art: Orthodox priests, their long grey hair indistinguishable from their long grey beards which formed a furry mask around beady black eyes. This forbidding-looking group were singing the response to another voice that came from behind a little gold saloon door set in the gold- panelled division. The door opened and a man appeared wearing a bishop's tall hat. A heavy iron cross hung over his black cassock. Having said a few lines he disappeared again through the little door, and continued his prayer from behind the division, popping out now and then to hold the cross to the lips of the elderly priests. I exited this intimate scene and found the monastery absolutely silent, devoid of the afternoon's tourists. In the cloisters there seemed to be a surfeit of aproned women of a similar age and stature to the candle- snuffers in Plovdiv - tiny, wizened and permanently busy. I asked one if I would be able to lodge in the monastery for the night and was led to a cell containing three beds and a desk. Alone, I picked the most comfortable- looking bed and lay down. The mattress sagged extraordinarily and I was instantly cocooned, my arms forced across my chest and my behind inches from the floor. A little later a knock on the door woke me and two elderly women pushed their wrinkled faces through the opening. They seemed pleased to see me and cooed happily from the doorway. \"Dobro?\" said one. Yes, very good, I replied. The other woman just made soothing clucking noises and signalled me to go back to sleep.

Return flights to Tivat or Podgorica via Belgrade with JAT Yugoslav Airlines (020-7629 2007; www.jatlondon .com) cost from pounds 282. From either airport it is a short drive to Budva, Cetinje and [Kotor]. Car hire is available through Hertz (0870 599 6699; www.hertz .co.uk) from pounds 238 per week. Hotel Velzon, Mainski, 85 310 Budva (00 381 86 453 400) offers rooms from EUR85 (pounds 55) per night. Hotel Marija, Stari Grad 449, 85330 Kotor (00 381 82 325 062) offers rooms from EUR65 (pounds 42) per night. The few streets that make up modern Cetinje have grown around a modest 19th-century palace, an 18th-century monastery and some Italianate civic buildings. The portraits in the Royal Palace depict several hundred years of the Petrovic Njegos dynasty, bishop princes who ruled by the cross and the sword, with muskets stuffed into their waistbands for good measure. Standing in the monastery, regarding the third shrivelled hand of St John that I have seen in as many countries, I read the words of Montenegro's national treasure, the poet-priest and ruler, Petar II Petrovic Njegos. In his epic work The Mountain Wreath, Njegos writes: \"Though broad enough Cettigne's Plain/ No single seeing eye, no tongue of Turk/ Escap'd to tell his tale another day!/ We put them all unto the sword/ All those who would not be baptiz'd.\"

When Llabli introduced himself as such, I heard \"Zebedee\". My ear isn't attuned to Arabic so it was a forgivable error. Like a desert father in his own painstakingly nurtured paradise, Zebedee led us through the sun-specked avenues of the oasis. He looked the part: wild hair dancing like uncoiled springs, flickering eyes and tea- coloured skin, a pair of greasy pantaloons and a vermilion dishdash, the traditional flowing robe. Placing a battered kettle on a heap of burning palm twigs, Zebedee pointed to the green shoots breaking through the sandy soil at our feet. In barely recognisable French, he barked out names like orders: \"Tomato! Spring onion! Couscous! Parsley! Potatoes! Peas!\" We sat down to drink sweet, sickly tea beneath a canopy of date palms, henna bushes, pomegranate trees and jasmine flowers. We chewed on last season's dates and miniature unripe bananas. Suddenly, Zebedee kicked off his plastic slippers and sprang up the 30ft date palm on my right. The nickname just stuck. Zebedee is a khammes - a sharecropper - and has been for 40 years. We are in the vast oasis of Tozeur, a desert town in south- east Tunisia. Zebedee's plot of land is a fraction of the 2,500 acres of date palm that surrounds us. In a region pockmarked with oases, this is the largest. Two hundred springs once fed into a hugely complex irrigation system established in the 13th century by one of Tunisia's national treasures, Ibn Chabbat. Today, water is pumped from deep boreholes, but the original system is still functioning. Ibn Chabbat would recognise Zebedee's traditional three- tiered method of oasis cultivation: delicate fruit trees are planted beneath the generous shade of the date palm, and vegetables and herbs are grown on ground level. The force of the desert sun is so violent that without the protection of the towering palms, the exposed fruit and vegetable plants would wither and die. Such a large area of fecundity provides work and food for several thousand inhabitants. Other oases on a similar scale are at Nefta, Douz and Gafsa, but there are hundreds more; minute crevices of moisture on the cusp of the Sahara with enough vegetation to support a few extended families and a handful of sheep, goats and camels. The next morning, I caught a shared taxi - louage - to the oasis village of Chebika, just 12 miles northwest of Tozeur. Chebika has a superb vantage, camped on the side of a crumbling mountain range, looking out across the salt plains of the Chott El Gharsa. Passing a group of men taking their lunch break by the edge of the palmerie, the taxi pulled up in a scrubby modern settlement of low white houses. A tethered donkey watched forlornly at a knot of children playing marbles in the dust. On a hill in the background was the original stone village that was inhabited until the late Eighties, and is now deserted. Just in front of the first broken dwellings were parked two neat rows of polished tourist Jeeps. The mausoleum of the local saint, Sidi Sultan, has been partially converted into a restaurant and welcome centre.

British Airways (0845 77 333 77, www.ba.com) flies from Gatwick to Belgrade's Surcin airport on Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday mornings; the lowest fare is about pounds 260. Flights are cheaper on JAT Yugoslav Airlines (020-7409 1319; www.jat.com), which flies from Heathrow every day except Wednesday, with fares of about pounds 190. From other UK departure points, a connecting flight on Czech Airlines, Lufthansa, Austrian Airlines or Swiss will cost about pounds 250. The airport is 19km north-west of the city. The tourist office at the airport is open 8am-8pm daily. A taxi to the city centre costs 700 dinar (pounds 7.70), while an hourly JAT coach service goes to Belgrade railway station in the centre of town (Savski Trg 2) for 50 dinar (55p). The tourist office (1) (00 381 11 635 343, www.belgradetourism.org.yu) is in the underpass at the southern end of the Kneza Mihaila. Open: 9am- 8pm during the week and 8am-4pm on Saturday. Way ahead of Belgrade's other international hotels in terms of style and service is the Hyatt Regency Beograd (2) (00 381 11 311 1234), at Milentija Popovica 5, across the Sava river in featureless new Belgrade. In a city with a notoriously limited range of cuisine, it is at the Hyatt that you'll find some of the best and most adventurous cooking. A standard double room costs 13,350 dinar (pounds 147). More central, at Balkanska 1, is the Hotel Moskva (3) (00 381 11 686 255). This is one of the most charismatic hotels in town. Rooms are stuffed with attractive antique furniture - some genuine and some fake. There is an excellent cafe and restaurant, both opulently decorated with chandeliers and mirrors. A double room will set you back 7,150 dinar (pounds 79). An excellent budget option in a central position - just off the Trg Republike at Kosovska 1 - is the Union Hotel (4) (00 381 11 324 8022). Double are 2,500 dinar (pounds 28).