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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I hate flyingFirst leg of journey: South Carolina to Texas (2hrs) Someone had puked in the seat pocket in front of me. I found this out when I put my hand in to get a magazine.
Second part: Texas to Maui (8hrs) Must have been a bean-eater's convention. People wouldn't stop farting. The old gasbags and infant shit machines kept going the whole flight. I was riding bitch in a 7 across plane. God Dammit! I get airsick badly anyway but I was green by the time we landed.
Actual trip was great, other than the sea urchin incident. Flights back I had to ride bitch again. I go to get my luggage and it was wet and smelled of wee. I hate airports.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 2:21, Reply)
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