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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Ah New York, New YorkMy best mate and I decide to go visit the big apple on our way to Canada. Best time of the year to go? Well, landing on September 8th 2001 seems like such a good idea.
After several days of fun and drinks, things come to a halt and we are stranded in the most panicky and least intelligent place one could be at that point. Eventually after 3 days we have had enough and decide to get the bus to Canada instead of waiting for our much delayed flight. We get to the bus station just in time for 2 bomb scares to kick off. My lasting memory of that afternoon is standing, exhausted and almost in tears saying to my friend 'I just want to turn round now and see my family coming to take me home'.
Didn't happen of course, but we did make it safely to Canada and had lovely holiday which involved much drinking, shopping and whale watching.
Moral of the story is: doesn't matter how old you get (I was 21 at the time), you still want your family to come and rescue you sometimes. The you get over it and go and do something else.
(, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 22:50, Reply)
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