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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Walking in WalesThe overriding memory of my childhood holiday disasters is when the parents decided that we should spend a day walking along the path which runs alongside several waterfalls somewhere in the Welsh heartlands. It was about as enjoyable as most walking trips with the family are (ie not at all) when we got to a section of the path that split in 2. We had the choice of the higher path or the lower path which seemed to take us nearer the waterfalls and thus would get us a better view. Despite the map labelling this path the "unadvised path" we opted for the low road.
This was a very poor choice.
The path gradually became narrower and narrower until we were literally on a foot wide slippery mud track with a 200 foot drop in to the valley. We pressed on thinking that it could only get better. It didn't. The excursion ended when we were rescued by some passing abseilers while cowering under a rocky outcropping where we weren't in immediate danger of death.
On the way back to the car we also became lost and ended up being given lemonade by a lovely Welsh couple who showed us where we were and where we were meant to be on the map.
I don't go on walking holidays any more.
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 22:45, Reply)
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