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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Spain is lovely...Especially when your father gets admitted to casualty with a heart rate of 270 within 6 hours of getting into the country.
Cue me, my 12 year old brother and my mum sitting in an apartment for a week playing yatzy, and spending 30-35 euros, every single day for a week, on a taxi to visit my father in the hospital, since i don't have a license, and my mum was scared to drive around the mountains of southern Spain. Oh, that's 30-35 euros for a one-way fare...
The fact that my mother and brother can't speak a word in any other language than Danish, and me having only had about 6 months of Spanish at a trade school that i couldn't care less about just made it that more enjoyable. Did i mention that very few spanish people are any good at english?
It all ended with my brother and me travelling home by ourselves and spending 5 days alone (yay!) before they finally got my dad carted off back to Denmark.
Spain is lovely...
(, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 11:03, Reply)
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