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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First?dagnamit!
our neighbours used to run a caravan park in the south of France, near(ish) Marseilles.
countless family holidays to said caravan park have given me strong dislike of France, over and above the residual dislike I have for the French that comes from me being English.
the highlights include:
almost endless car journeys in sweltering heat with 5 of us jammed in a shit car (this was in between the times that my dad actually bought good cars). being the youngest I obviously had to sit in the middle between my two horrible bastard teenage brothers.
being smacked in the head by a german twunt because I walked across where he was trying to take photos of kids in the paddling pool beside the main pool. filthy fucking pervert.
Being stuck down there for a week, this time without brothers, so me, and my parents, in a caravan for a week. the Mistral was blowing outside (the wind that drives people mad, if you aren't familiar with it) and driving rain was coming down. I'd only taken 2 books with me. Think I read both 7 times.....
apologies for dullness in hindsight
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Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:42,
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