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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Three is a crowd...I'd just been dumped horribly so my sister and I decided to go on an Interrail adventure around Spain. I was pretty messed up at the time and thought an adventure would do me good so I agreed. However, it wasn't until the last minute that it was declared by my ever-tactful sister that we would be joined by her "friend" who she was absolutely just friends with and who she would not be under any circumstances sneaking off for covert shags with.
She was lying.
So there's me (who had some sort of uber-flu which meant when I wasn't weeping and trying to top myself, I was snorting and crying about how I couldn't breathe), her and her boyfriend crammed in a two man tent for 10 days. We got about 5 days in and I decided that enough was enough, I was getting out of this horror, and I went and spent 2 days in Amsterdam by myself which was much more fun.
Reading this back, they must have been relieved when I finally buggered off!
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 14:23, Reply)
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