Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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When I were a lad...We quite well off as a family, but never had enough money to go anywhere further than Wales on holidays as a family.
This changed when I was about ten years old, and my parents saved enough money take me, my sister and my brother to Malta.
Malta is kinda like the anti-Wales. There were massive lizards everywhere, the locals were nice and it was so hot that it was impossible to walk anywhere, so you had to drive to the beaches.
This is no mean feat, as driving on Maltese roads is kinda like being on a rollercoaster, only with carriages screaming towards you honking their horns like madmen.
This was brilliant at the time, and really exciting for a ten year old.
It turned my dad's hair grey overnight, though.
(Long time listener, first time poster, etc.)
(, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 14:55, Reply)
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