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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Ibiza 19892nd time abroad with my Mum and Dad and family friends:
1) My brother stabs me through the hand in a row over a magazine
2) As a result of the above- no swimming for the remaining week despite it being 90 degrees
3) While having dinner on the balcony of family friends apartment- the roof collapses onto the dining table, spoiling the meal and landing 3 of our group in hospital
4) a day before flying home I develop severe appendicitis, requiring emergency surgery and a further 2 weeks in hospital and another 2 weeks recuperating in a hotel-causing me to miss the 1st 2 weeks of high school
5)whilst recuperating in a rather nice Hotel Ibiza is hit by the worst storms seen in living memory-hurricane force winds and 20 ft waves confines the entire island to hotels
6) When we eventually arrive back at luton airport my mum (still quite distressed by a forced extra 2 weeks in Ibiza) crashes into the back of an Ice cream van on the drive home
could have been worse I 'spose
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bigmeuprudeboy is using powerpoint or paint...have MERCY, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 9:59,
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