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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Cornwall 1970 (I think)......and my ickle sister was in nappies - the old towel type. Facilities in holiday camps at the time for cleaning these sort of things were non-existent, so mother soaks them in the toilet bowl. A perfectly sensible solution if it weren't for one fly in the ointment, so to speak. Enetr father who proceeds to use the toilet and flush the chain oblivious to its original contents. It took less than an hour for the whole sewage system at the holiday camp to seize up and the requirement for large amounts of trench digging and excavations.
The following morning as we sit at breakfast the owner of the campsite called for quiet as he related the tale to the assembled happy (although by now smelly) campers and holding the offending nappy aloft. He then, quite aggressively in my view, asked for the culprit to come forward and own up as 'it'll only be worse for you if I find out some other way'! (yes, we were paying for this abuse!).
Cool as a cucumber, father sat there, pointedly looking around at other tables where there were babies.
We left shortly afterwards and never returned.
(, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 13:11, Reply)
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