As I mentioned in my last post, Tanja and me went to a holiday in Turkey. This holiday was one of the very typical German things to do for a holiday: flight, transfer from the airport to the hotel, hotel, food, beach: everything included in the price and taken care of by the travel company.

We therefore enjoyed a very aristocratic lifestyle (not having to care for anything; everything is done for your convenience; daily tasks consist mainly of eating, chatting and reading) in a very working class environment (as that is the social class most our fellow tourists belonged to).

This is basically a quite boring holiday but if it is just for a couple of days (as it was in our case) it can be fun.

There was, however, an incident: If you have already read about me suffering diarrhoea after visiting Turkey (in the post: Jack in Bermany) you will now read about me suffering diarrhoea AGAIN after visiting Turkey. There seems to be some connection.

Anyway, during our third night Tanja became very sick, had to throw up and suffered from severe pain in her stomach and bowels. The same fate came to me some hours later. Therefore we spent a nice day in our beds just occasionally interrupted by the compulsory visit of the jacks (otherwise known as WC).

During that day I decided that Turkey, no matter how nice people, landscape, beach and sunshine are, is not a country in which I would ever go on holiday again. The only positive thing I can say is that pharmaceuticals are (at least in comparison to Germany) very very cheap. But I think that is just fair. If they give you the shits for free, they cannot expect you to pay a lot of money to get rid of it…

So, this holiday was definitely NOT worth the money spent on it…