Six months in Alanya:

I was lost and broken for six months. I had hopes, lived by the sea, and dwelled a bit in the past. Sauna, walks with my child by the sea, and self-discovery.

There were some Kazakhs who seemed underdeveloped to me. But I was decent and didn't let it show. Damn, I did well.

There was hope for my buddies, and all that bullshit. In the end, I woke up and came out of the "andropause". By the time of departure, I felt like telling everyone to fuck off. And so it was with everything.

Next up, Toronto and Montreal.

Lesson: when leaving, just leave and don’t delay.