Since we are an incomplete family, one of the children has to go on holiday with their parents. My sister's got a job, and that's me. I also have responsibilities such as this server, programming and other open source projects, but explain it at home. “You just sit at the computer and do nothing, you go on vacation with me, I have no one to go with and I don’t speak English and a friend arranged a vacation for us in one of the competition travel agencies that we won.”by So you would have no choice but to pick up your 5 plums in the form of a laptop, a charger. So you go out and try to solve everything at home, so that if necessary it will last without you, and you pray that you will be back. We flew to Turkey. In fact, everything was so hasty that I couldn’t even announce it and didn’t even want to (in my absence on vacation, we notice a greater influx of hackers). We got on a plane and suddenly we were there. In a breath full of people without a single breeze. Okay, we were at the local airport, and it's probably stuffy out there. I had no idea he was waiting for us. 150 More miles by bus. Fortunately, the driver remembered turning on the air conditioning and finally turned it on at the whining of fellow passengers. I was wondering where I was going again. I was comforted by the idea of a four-star hotel where we were supposed to live. We arrived and waited for the rooms. In the common areas there was no air conditioning, air worse than in the sauna, but maybe they lost power. I took out my phone and tried Wi-Fi. In vain. They probably have cables in the heat and through the walls of the hotel. We sweated with all the tourists waiting for the room and created an aroma that even a family of skunks could envy us. I still had before me the idea of that cool room and first-class service of a four-star hotel. After hours in the sauna (hotel reception), we finally got to our room. I saw the air conditioner and tried to turn it on. Useless. I couldn't. After a few minutes, we found out from the family that was coming with us that we had to buy a remote control. Such a beautiful, seemingly expensive hotel and you have to pay for air conditioning in such a hot season? Well, I guess so. We bought the controller and turned on the air conditioning. The air conditioning functioned like a lawyer who studied speedway course in Pilsen. Almost at all. However, the temperature differences outside and in the room were noticeable, even if they were only a few degrees in a 50-degree heat without a breeze and with huge humidity. That's why I called our room "Igloo". Useful and useful from my point of view. After a while, this problem turned out to be a total mess compared to the others. I was looking for an internet outlet to connect to, but in vain. Nowhere, wi-fi didn't even know what it was, let alone have it here. In the mood for a dog, I was looking at our room, in which sardines would be served at most. About the shower enclosure, where the hose flowed worse than the hose when filling the pool, I will not even write here. I was so pissed off that I wanted to find a commission on the Internet that would give hotels stars and send assassins to them or torture them to reveal the reasons why the hell they gave this hotel four. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a way nejde the internet doesn’t work. I was looking for other ways, like using a cell phone, but I wouldn't pay for that. The hotels nearby were also disappointing. So I said goodbye to the internet and held a few minutes of silence. There's nothing you can do about the heat outside. I know, the food. We had a free meal during the holiday in the form of buffets. There was a lot of it, interestingly adjusted, but in the heat, where you sweated so much during the first bite that you did not dare to do the next one, it was also useless. What now? Well, let's enjoy our vacation. Food was a priority here, and people could eat from morning to evening. From breakfast to snacks, lunch, snacks, dinner and midnight soup, it was obvious. If you went on this holiday to play sports and lose weight, it also did not have a great chance. We tried to get rid of boredom in all ways, so we renamed local cities such as Antalya or Alanya to Analia. To all those who visited these cities, we called Mr., Mrs. or the Anal family. Some of them were there and we didn't tell them otherwise. It's sad, but they've become the subject of a change from boredom to fun. Both the sea and the adjacent pool had a higher temperature than the surrounding air. So if you wanted to refresh yourself, you had to get out of the pool or the sea. Even the local blacks did not know the difference between a man wet from a pool or completely sweaty. One thing is for sure, he never recovered. Due to the high humidity, nothing dried up. Swimsuits, sweat, nothing. We could supply Africa with water from sweats for years only from a local hotel. It was interesting to see the opposite. When I came out of the igloo, my glasses dimmed, even though I’m used to the opposite behavior. The ice in the glasses melted before the drink even cooled down. The water was not drinkable here, so we had to go for water among the Swedish food. If everything in the four-star hotel has already failed, what else to try? Local girls. They were nice, sometimes even anorexicly skinny (unless they were from our hotel), but you could look at them and they also occasionally looked at you when they were not looking at their lover. This is what most men want. They want a girl who's smart enough to know you're the one. Then it doesn’t matter, and she can be totally fucked up, especially that she’s pretty and wants you and no one else. That she would wake up in the morning with her face on her pillow and few would know that it was her or that she would be ugly and stupid in her old age, in Turkey, it didn’t make anyone wrinkle. I have nothing to do here, so I am writing this article and I hope that the players of our server are much better than me. I have found a paid internet and so I will just throw this article here before it deprives me of all the euros we have left. I'm looking forward to getting it over with, but I still have to suffer until 22.8. Therefore, keep your fingers crossed and hope that I will come back from hell as a whole. Happy Holidays to everyone in Turkey. Cheers, Drahy, and a couple of sweaty people staring over my shoulder on a pay-per-view computer with the Internet.
Since we are an incomplete family, one of the children has to go on holiday with their parents. My sister's got a job, and that's me. I also have responsibilities such as this server, programming and other open source projects, but explain it at home. “You just sit at the computer and do nothing, you go on vacation with me, I have no one to go with and I don’t speak English and a friend arranged a vacation for us in one of the competition travel agencies that we won.”by So you would have no choice but to pick up your 5 plums in the form of a laptop, a charger. So you go out and try to solve everything at home, so that if necessary it will last without you, and you pray that you will be back. We flew to Turkey. In fact, everything was so hasty that I couldn’t even announce it and didn’t even want to (in my absence on vacation, we notice a greater influx of hackers). We got on a plane and suddenly we were there. In a breath full of people without a single breeze. Okay, we were at the local airport, and it's probably stuffy out there. I had no idea he was waiting for us. 150 More miles by bus. Fortunately, the driver remembered turning on the air conditioning and finally turned it on at the whining of fellow passengers. I was wondering where I was going again. I was comforted by the idea of a four-star hotel where we were supposed to live. We arrived and waited for the rooms. In the common areas there was no air conditioning, air worse than in the sauna, but maybe they lost power. I took out my phone and tried Wi-Fi. In vain. They probably have cables in the heat and through the walls of the hotel. We sweated with all the tourists waiting for the room and created an aroma that even a family of skunks could envy us. I still had before me the idea of that cool room and first-class service of a four-star hotel. After hours in the sauna (hotel reception), we finally got to our room. I saw the air conditioner and tried to turn it on. Useless. I couldn't. After a few minutes, we found out from the family that was coming with us that we had to buy a remote control. Such a beautiful, seemingly expensive hotel and you have to pay for air conditioning in such a hot season? Well, I guess so. We bought the controller and turned on the air conditioning. The air conditioning functioned like a lawyer who studied speedway course in Pilsen. Almost at all. However, the temperature differences outside and in the room were noticeable, even if they were only a few degrees in a 50-degree heat without a breeze and with huge humidity. That's why I called our room "Igloo". Useful and useful from my point of view. After a while, this problem turned out to be a total mess compared to the others. I was looking for an internet outlet to connect to, but in vain. Nowhere, wi-fi didn't even know what it was, let alone have it here. In the mood for a dog, I was looking at our room, in which sardines would be served at most. About the shower enclosure, where the hose flowed worse than the hose when filling the pool, I will not even write here. I was so pissed off that I wanted to find a commission on the Internet that would give hotels stars and send assassins to them or torture them to reveal the reasons why the hell they gave this hotel four. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a way nejde the internet doesn’t work. I was looking for other ways, like using a cell phone, but I wouldn't pay for that. The hotels nearby were also disappointing. So I said goodbye to the internet and held a few minutes of silence. There's nothing you can do about the heat outside. I know, the food. We had a free meal during the holiday in the form of buffets. There was a lot of it, interestingly adjusted, but in the heat, where you sweated so much during the first bite that you did not dare to do the next one, it was also useless. What now? Well, let's enjoy our vacation. Food was a priority here, and people could eat from morning to evening. From breakfast to snacks, lunch, snacks, dinner and midnight soup, it was obvious. If you went on this holiday to play sports and lose weight, it also did not have a great chance. We tried to get rid of boredom in all ways, so we renamed local cities such as Antalya or Alanya to Analia. To all those who visited these cities, we called Mr., Mrs. or the Anal family. Some of them were there and we didn't tell them otherwise. It's sad, but they've become the subject of a change from boredom to fun. Both the sea and the adjacent pool had a higher temperature than the surrounding air. So if you wanted to refresh yourself, you had to get out of the pool or the sea. Even the local blacks did not know the difference between a man wet from a pool or completely sweaty. One thing is for sure, he never recovered. Due to the high humidity, nothing dried up. Swimsuits, sweat, nothing. We could supply Africa with water from sweats for years only from a local hotel. It was interesting to see the opposite. When I came out of the igloo, my glasses dimmed, even though I’m used to the opposite behavior. The ice in the glasses melted before the drink even cooled down. The water was not drinkable here, so we had to go for water among the Swedish food. If everything in the four-star hotel has already failed, what else to try? Local girls. They were nice, sometimes even anorexicly skinny (unless they were from our hotel), but you could look at them and they also occasionally looked at you when they were not looking at their lover. This is what most men want. They want a girl who's smart enough to know you're the one. Then it doesn’t matter, and she can be totally fucked up, especially that she’s pretty and wants you and no one else. That she would wake up in the morning with her face on her pillow and few would know that it was her or that she would be ugly and stupid in her old age, in Turkey, it didn’t make anyone wrinkle. I have nothing to do here, so I am writing this article and I hope that the players of our server are much better than me. I have found a paid internet and so I will just throw this article here before it deprives me of all the euros we have left. I'm looking forward to getting it over with, but I still have to suffer until 22.8. Therefore, keep your fingers crossed and hope that I will come back from hell as a whole. Happy Holidays to everyone in Turkey. Cheers, Drahy, and a couple of sweaty people staring over my shoulder on a pay-per-view computer with the Internet.