Our family doesn't really go on holidays, which may be a good thing is past experiences are anything to go by.
But of the few holidays we do take, this one stands out as the worst:-

We decided to go to France, as a family. My mum, aunt, and I, along with my cousins, their 2 kids and their parents, 9 all told.

We booked up a nice sounding place, in the small village of Quineville. Sorry, did I say small village? I meant rat-infested shithole.

Turns out that we were staying in what used to be a monestary. The swimming pool was actually a pond (complete with fish!), the 'gym' was a large echoey, unpainted room with a broken skiing machine-thingy. The beds, rather than being the 6 doubles and 5 singles we were promised, were 9 singles. All of the mattresses were childs-bed sized, meaning there was a noticeable gap on the base of the bed, and more than one of us ended up on the floor. The floors were unsanded bare boards, and thick with grime and dust. The so-called 'facilities' consisted of a standard-sized washing machine which cost 5 Euros a time, and the windowsills were thick with flies. And I don't mean the odd one, I mean actually black with the fuckers. I don't want to think of the reason the were there.

Rubbish desposal consisted of the entire village dumping their black bags outside the doorway to the monastary, meaning it was rat-infested and stinking for the entire stay.

The only slightly uplifting point of the trip was when my cousin's father went into a shop and asked for some meat by shouting "UNE HAM BOCOUP!". Delboy couldn't have done it better!
This moment of fun was quickly quashed when I learnt we wouldn't be going to any of the historical WWII landing-sites, which was the entire fucking reason I came along (you may be able to tell I am a little bitter about that). My cousin's dad was also upset that we wouldn't be able to visit the cemetaries, as that was why he came along. We both got a major sulk on and spent most of the stay watching dogs shit on the beach nearby, and being kept awake by the church bell which was the other side of the road from our bedrooms.

The ferry back was lovely, and it was obviously meant for long boat tours, as it has cinemas, restaurants, swimming pools and nice looking rooms. We couldn't use any of them, but I had more fun poking about on that boat than I did in the 2 weeks in France.

I think the Germans could've done a better job of running the place if given half a chance.
( OneSullenBrit *air sandwiches*, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 19:59, Reply)