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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CaravansAs briefly mentioned previously, both sets of parents had those horrid tin boxes that you drag around with the car (travelling the length of the country at 50mph max is NOT FUN!). As soon as I came of age (age enough to tell them "Fcuk off, I'm staying at home") I vowed never to enter another.
I must, however, relent that they are a vast improvement on the canvas option. Earlier this year I went on our annual fishing trip with a couple of mates. For several years now, we've squashed into an inadequately sized tent come rain or shine in the pursuit of good fishing and a 3-day p!ss-up. I never minded really, it was rough but we are always too p!ssed to care.
I must admit, though, that despite my trepidation and reservedness at my mate taking a caravan this year. I have to admit that it felt like a 5* hotel compared to that pissy little tent and the solemn pact of no wanking that the 4 of us made held up (to my knowledge anyway).
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 14:24, Reply)
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