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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My One And Only Holiday in FranceWas a school trip when I was in year nine, (15 I think).
I was a vegatarian at the time, (this is going back ten years, so you can imagine the amount of food avialable to me!). So my first encounter with the worl renowned French cookery skills gave me food poisoning.
That in itself was bad enough, but this was the night that we had decided to sneak girls into our hotel room, (we were kept on different floors of the hotel). Cue me needing to be in the shitter most of the night making a complete arse of myself. Now, thinking it couildn't get much worse I decide to leave the toilet, to try and get some action - only the door wont open. The fucking thing is jammed and no one can get it open - meaning we now need to alert a teacher to get me out of the damn toilet, (whilst somehow trying to hide 4 girls who shouldn't be there).
Now, if that was all that happened to me in France, I might be inclinded to go back, HOWEVER a few days later we were visting Mt St Michel and Saint Malo, (very nice looking fortified village). I go up on the great big wall that surrounds said village,doing the tourist thing and taking pictures, when I'm grabbed by this drunk French homeless person and held over the edge of the wall! (It's about 20ft), sceaming at me in what I assumed to be French, (the only French words I'd attempted until this point was "un Cherry Coke please, er that one" - whilst pointing and rasing my voice, which is as good as speaking the language).
Luckily, somewhere from the back of my mind I manage to pull the words for "I don't understand, I'm English" and "HELP!", at which point he lets go and his girlfriend comes over and explains that he thought we were taking photgraphs of him, (WTF!?).
Closer inspection of the holiday snaps shows the guy walking towards me, so I suppose technically he was right.
The only decent thing to come out of the holiday was rigging a game of strip poker, which kinda made up for the near murder. Suffice to say, I've not been back since and don't plan on it anytime soon!
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 13:38, Reply)
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