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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Learning about alcoholI was 13, on holiday with my Mum, on my first ever trip abroad.
I was having a great time in Corfu, snorkelling in warm seas etc.
Then we went out on a coach trip for a “traditional Greek evening of entertainment”.
First stop: tasting local produce: kumquat liqueur
Second stop: Greek taverna, where I made some new friends, quaffed copious amounts of the local (free) red and white wines, ate heavily, and danced, approximately, local dances.
Still feeling great when I got onto the coach. Sadly, the twisty mountain roads took their toll, and I was spectacularly unwell. I was assisted off the coach, and back to my room. Where I was spectacularly unwell some more, and then some more..
Eventually I crawled (actually crawled) out of bathroom, and got into bed. I could hear my Mum sniggering from her bed.
This is not the bad bit though. The bad bit was after a couple of hours of uneasy sleep, I awoke to my first ever hangover. It was a dooly. Still not really special though..
The crowning glory was that my Mum had managed to book us into what was ranked shortly afterwards the third worst hotel in Europe by one of the national papers. Personally, I believe serious bribery was involved to get them off the first two spots.
Behold the 'view' from our balcony, and imagine my poor little 13 year old head:
Length? Not too perky that morning.
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 4:25, Reply)
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