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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family bloody holidaysI hate camping. When everyone else was going on package holidays to Spain, we had to go bloody camping in rainy places like Holland Belgium, Scotland and Yorkshire. I don't ever want to hear that the Amazon rain forest is the wettest place on earth, its not, --any of those places in a tent is. --Plus it may be trendy now 'cos of various assorted Jap pop singers, & Jamie kufcng Oliver, but we had to go in a bloody VW camper van. But that meant we had to drive around in it all year too. I hate VW. None of us 4 siblings have ever gone anywhere near the great outdoors ever again. Beware wholesome, eco-loving parents--inflicting those sort of 'holidays' on your offspring will turn them into global warmers par excellence. Now I just like concrete and aircon.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 13:52, Reply)
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