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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Another French Camping TripWe had a trailer tent - essentially a caravan/tent hybrid, bringing together the very worst of each.
As my parents were setting it up, I - being a good boy - locked the car and came to help. Unfortunately the car keys were still in said car. As were half the components needed to properly erect the tent.
Then the storm started.
Cue: My dad smashing one of the windows to break into the car, without anyone else in the vicinity seeming too bothered that this was going on.
Two days later, leaving the campsite, the exhaust fell off the car.
Within three days at the next campsite the battery on the car went flat. Someone (ahem) had been sitting in there listening whatever mid-80s dross that someone (ahem) was into at the time.
We were like a less funny Griswalds
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 12:08, Reply)
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