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Yesterday morning, Ural Airlines flight 1304 brought me to my native land) ...MINUSTRIENTY ROOMLEGS! ! ! ! And it all started like this ...on a serene Saturday morning, a handsome snow-white liner, roared with turbines and .....and somewhere very far beyond the seas beyond the forests, the black continent tensed up like electricity ...stern, untanned faces of compatriots under the tinkle of pockets from duty free left their homeland, gladly drank 100 grams for Turkey-mother flying over the greenhouses of Antalya and hysterically laughing and applauding the pilots landed in Hurghada. Having successfully passed the registration, we sat on the buses (where we were kindly and not at all expensively offered soft drinks and hashish) and continuously signaling rushed to the montillon grand horizon beach resort. This fashionable hotel with sincere joy opened the doors of its restaurants and bars for tired Vladimir tourists....

Morning ...well, we, as people, cannot just sit ...talk.

Well, okay, having breakfast on the balcony (by the way, a beautiful view of the sea) with sambuca, the graceful gait of an African leopard, I went to take a look at the territory. Along the way, handing out sweets "bear in the north" to the Arabs with the words: Russi - Arabe bhai bhai! Contact with the peaceful local population was established
By 10.00, groups of gloomy burnt meat began to flock to the bars and shouting - Mahmud, pour epta, they began to strain both Mahmud, who was dozing in the shade, and me, and I slammed the slates towards the sea. SEA this word should be written in capital letters...in general, I spent the first day on the beach...I met Mahmud, tried the local rum...I went to finish my sambuca, , ,
Dinner was great, a lot of different fish, grilled lamb kebab...I'm starting to get used to the local rum...night, moon, the sound of the surf and the rustle of palm trees...

Another morning....my already slightly tanned, muscular body with the grace of a mododo dolphin cuts through the wave...and suddenly...it would be better if it was a shark...
a windsurfer passes over me (I'm not lying, I'll post the video later) behind the sail of a surf blonde The people on the beach are dying. Having removed the stress with rum and cola, I see a man with a camel walking along the beach ...a completely logical question follows - Uncle, let me steer! No, he says, move away, boy, you will break the camel! By the way, the camel's name is Maksimka.
As a result, my wife rode, she said it was cool ...Maksimka is good, only smells) We met the guys from Vitebsk, we decided to dream of walking around the city, buying souvenirs and having dinner somewhere.

Well, in conclusion, I would like to give an assessment of my vacation ...90% of the impressions from the rest are your own mood, that is, if you are positive, then no one and nothing can spoil your vacation. I completed the minimum program for 5: I got tanned, I caught a fish, I sour a bit, I slept, I missed home, and even the Arabs helped repair the outboard motor, and when they ask me - Well, how did you rest? , I answer without hesitation....- I WILL BE BACK!