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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German Disney LiarNot mine, but too good to keep to myself...
A guy I work with - let's call him Matt - went on a an exchange trip to Germany. No probs there, you think. Matt was sixteen at the time, and had clearly said so when arranging the trip. He arrives at the air port to be greeted by "Felix", a brown-toothed, thirteen year old, disney-patches-on-his-jeans hun-child.
Still not so bad, you may think. Well Matt didn't think so, and to make things worse none of his mates who were on the same exchange bothered calling him for the entire duration of his visit.
Except they did, only to be greeted by Felix and his audacious lies: "Matt cannot come drinking tonight, he is going to ze transport museum".
Still, I believe Matt got his revenge during the return leg by abandoning Felix in Manchester with only sketchy and somewhat misleading ideas about how to get home ("Straight down to Dover, turn left and keep going").
/edit: There was also revenge during the German leg of the exchange: Matt informs me that he forced the family to take him to a concentration camp and kept asking if any of their relatives used to work there.
(, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 7:34, Reply)
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