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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LanzaroteThat was a shit holiday.
My dad ended up popping three tires on the (hired) car, so we had to go to a cafe in the middle of fucking nowhere and try and find a staff member who could speak English so we could use their phone.
The only thing you could get for breakfast were 'English breakfasts'. Not real ones, they were what foreigners, who had never actually visited England, assumed were 'English breakfasts'.
Sunburn. I don't need to explain that, do I?
The only place you could get a burger was *shudders* McDonalds...
Aside from bus trips and piss-poor shopping centres, there's fuck all else on the island.
No matter how fun your parents say it'll be, don't go there, it's fucking shit.
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 22:23, Reply)
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