i didnt think I had any really bad stories for this...
...but I was wrong.

During my gap year I travelled around Chile with my best mate, encountering the whole spectrum of dodgy accommodation and restaurants, to the point at which anywhere that didn't smell of mould seemed downright suspicious. But nothing could have prepared me for this.

The place we ended up one night, with glorious views over to a gobsmackingly beautiful waterfall in the distance, was a collection of small cabins around a small restaurant/admin centre. It was grubby, shoddy, but quaint, and they had gone to legnths to make the restaurant look quite posh despite the shabbiness of the rest of the place.
Since we were tight bastards, we asked if rather than order a meal we could just cook our own food in the kitchen; after all they had no other customers so we reasoned it would save them hassle.

It wouldn't have, believe me.

Having cooked a basic meal, we searched furtively around the cupboards we had been forbidden to look in, just to see if there was any cutlery we could liberate.

No cutlery.

But the cupboards were stacked with about ten plated meals. Which looked like they had been cooked several days ago. And were sitting, slowly festering, in dank, rotten cupboards. In the humid, 30'C weather.

My god, we were so happy that we hadnt ordered from the restaurant.

Apologies for... everything.
(Roopy all is not what it seams, Tue 22 Jan 2008, 0:04, Reply)