Gibraltar
With an astonishing lack of foresight, Mr S and I planned our trip to Morocco to coincide with Ramadan -- so no beer. After three weeks of living out of the back of the Land Rover and sleeping in a tent on top of it, we were ready for a shower and many pints. So we stopped off at a hotel in Gibraltar on the way back to Blighty.

Dumped our bags in the room and got ready to hit the drinking holes of Gibraltar. Except we were locked in. And, as the receptionist had warned us, the room phone wasn't working. And the mobile had no signal.

I had to lean out of the hotel window and shout over the noise of a busy road til I got the attention of three teenage boys sitting opposite. They thought it was hilarious that a woman was seemingly inviting them up to her hotel room. Eventually they got the message and went in to tell the receptionist that her guests were stuck in room 415.

We waited and waited some more. No-one came to let us out. It was like something out of Tales of the Unexpected. We'd be dessicated skeletons on the floor of that hotel room if the mobile hadn't, after about two hours, picked up a signal.

The story does have a happy ending though, cos we went out and got very very pissed and the next day went to look at the apes.
( Safetyfox, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 16:37, Reply)