Responses to the previous news were very positive. Players and readers of the main pages demanded an end and so here it is. After successfully deploying the news on the site about the "beautiful" holiday and ending the connection with the outside world via the Internet, I got diarrhea. Compared to the others, I held on for a very long time and it came to me as the last member of the “Sahara” holiday. I wondered how it was possible that my intestinal peristalsis was in such an excellent state after those cola pleasures that I enjoyed from the time of my normal peers’ first puking with alcohol poisoning, which I was never able to fully appreciate as a total abstainer. However, when I imagine ingesting similar liquids, I would not only release food in one direction but also in another, and it could happen that I will see the food eaten up close a second time. I didn’t want to risk it, so I had to accept the medications that the local delegates recommended. We were in more than half of our already very modest holiday due to the fact that we could hardly move in the heat, drink because of increased sweat, eat because of poor digestive processes, we had only to try to overcome it, get used to it and try something. The local club, where the “Animation Team” took care of the entertainment, held stereotyped joys every week in the form of poor dances around the pool, which looked like the movements of people with Parkinson’s or rheumatic fever. However, you could choose from many of the activities offered. Darts, for example. Playing darts on one target for 50 people I would compare to catching one fish in a group of 50 Neanderthals. The only difference was that the Neanderthals were not bored. I would like to mention volleyball as the last offer that is worth mentioning. It was played by the beach with a view of the hotter sea than the surrounding sand. At first, we were reluctant to play the hot savannah, which the brave called a sandy beach. Not only for reasons of constant heat, but also for reasons of complete exhaustion after the first administration. After a few days, you really get used to it. There were foreigners from all possible countries on volleyball, but the majority were Russians, Germans and Czechs. We did not see many Turks there, they were probably reasonably holed up at home at the air conditioning and waiting for the winter. The influence of the older generation taught me not to like the Russians due to the past and the regime of the time, but I tried to form my image and not to take them all into one bag, when they may not be responsible for it. The Russians were my first target. To distinguish individual players, I had to give them nicknames because their names were sometimes worse than mine to remember immediately. One was Ivánek (from the Russian fairy tale Mrázik), another was Master Joda (Star Wars), Usák, Blonde, Mr Anal etc. We had a nickname for everyone and I had fun for a while. Days passed and a celebrated departure was approaching with me. The excitement of the early departure was almost thwarted by a message from the next hotel, which stated that tourists had to stay here for 4 days longer due to the lack of aircraft after a heavy hailstorm. After a moment of despair that a similar situation would happen to us, I was assured that the situation did not concern us and we would leave at the right time. That’s what happened stalo almost. We arrived at the airport very early, and after a long examination of Turkish inscriptions, we learned that the plane was an hour and a half late. However, nothing could ruin our good mood. Whether walking due to diarrhea in the airport Turkish toilets or this delay. As fun we found riding on relatively long riding stairs up and down. There were advertising leaflets and materials at the airport, and one of them was a paper and round advertisement in the shape of a steering wheel on the oddly Czech brand Škoda auto. I liked it so much that I went to the airport with it. The time had come, and we were on our way to the plane. When I got on the plane, I was still “driving” with my paper steering wheel and was afraid that I would not get on the plane and park it. So I asked the flight attendant if I could take my car on the plane. However, she did not understand my attempt at a joke and was colder than a cold German compared to a warm beer (better a cold German than a warm beer). In the end, however, we returned happily and I am ready to repair and solve the problems of blind patrons that prevail here on the server. I also see that we have surpassed the uptime server and I would like to thank Wulf, who took good care of it here and paid attention to you in my absence. All right, enough chatter and fun and let's get to work. I'm fixing it.