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...We went on our first holiday anywhere but France when I was thirteen. Both my bro's were drinking age and discovered just how cheap beer was over there...and the footie worldcup was on.
Second day, after legging it round the pebble-dashed swimming pool, being chased by some freakazoid Danish lass, I slip, leg scraping down in to the pool, muchos blood is pourin gout of my leg which was ripped to shreds by the pebble dash - no more swimming for me.
Last night, world cup final, brothers decide to venture off...4am a knock on our door two random people and one of my brothers - wearing no shoes and crying appear. Transpires he's 'lost' my other brother, had been stabbed and mugged, take him to hospital and then panick what has happened to bro number 2. Searching the streets of Benidorm for hours and hours, no sign. Eventually, about 5pm the next day, another knock at the door...other brother...he's been asleep on his balcony waiting for Bro#1 to come back.
We decided not to go back there again and we all still have the scars to prove why!
(, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 14:06, Reply)
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