It was a great holiday, but...... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
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rob, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Scotland, 1994Day 1: I come down with flu. Spend the nine-hour journey to Scotland being sick.
Day 2: Sister catches my flu. Has feverish nightmares from which she cannot be woken and screams the place down every night.
Day 3: Dad gets flu. Suffers nightmares also.
Day 4: I start to feel better. Brother gets flu. Luckily doesn't have nightmares but does throw up all over rented holiday cottage.
Day 5: Mum gets flu.
Day 6: Everyone sick and miserable except me, and older brother who has miraculously not yet caught flu.
Day 7: Sick father drives us home. Vows never to visit Scotland again.
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