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hello everyone.
i've been posting on here for a little while now, but thought it was time i introduced myself.
my name is mick, and i'm a turkeyholic.
like most people my first experience of the exotic was spain, first the mainland, then mallorca, or majorca if you prefer, however my addiction to turkey all started about 13 years ago, when i decided to take my youngest son from my first marriage on holiday, just the two of us, for a bit of father son bonding.
werent no interweb available to the likes of us then, so we teletexted the cheapest holiday we could find.
marmaris!
in them days, marmaris was just a quiet fishing village with no more than 600 or 700 hotels and probably less than 10,000 apartments for tourists, and it had barely spread half way to icmeler in them days.
we were hooked!
the next year i came with my newer, younger family, again to marmaris, but for twice as long this time!
oh, the addiction was well into my system by then!
anyhow, that was about the time of some terrorist activity, so like idiots we went somewhere else for two years, malta and the greek mainland.
what a disastrous two years, spent the whole holidays comparing the two places to turkey, and realising that we had made a mistake!
after that it was bodrum for the main holiday for several years, where we made a lot of good friends, some of whom come round to us when they are over here, with another odd week in marmaris for me and my eldest son.
couple of years ago we went in a private villa in yalikavak, (we were a bit better off that year) which was fantastic, if a little far out from the town, and last year it was just a last minute, cheap all inclusive for me and the little woman, to scumbet, er i mean Gumbet, just to get that fix.
now, i have graduated to the hard stuff. Dalyan.
Dalyan, a place steeped in history, and at least three times more powerful in its addictiveness than bodrum or marmaris, where we hope to make a lot more new friends, or at least, a better class of enemy.
161 days and counting.
thats 23 weeks, that is.
luckily we have a great turkish restaurant in town, and when the craving gets too much, we go there, they cant get dark efes, sadly, so i have to settle for the ordinary pilsner, but it does staunch the craving a little.
anyhow, thats my story, and how i came to be addicted.
dont feel sorry for me, i had the chance to escape it, but malta was too dirty and greece was too unfriendly, and spain is, well, its full of football shirted, gold necklace wearing, sovereign ring toting, budweiser supping brits at their worst.
a couple of posters on here have guaranteed that i will have a great time in dalyan, the implication being, i am sure, that if i dont they will reimburse me the total cost of my holiday, plus a tidy sum in compensation, (so thanks for that dalyansteve, andy and john codling, very generous of you), so i can't really lose this year.
well, anyone who is there from 18th september to 2nd october is VERY welcome to buy me a dark efes and learn more of this tragic tale, you cant miss me, i'll be the brit not wearing a football shirt, a gold necklace or a sovereign ring!
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