Casualty
Quite a while ago now, camping with my family in France. We rent bikes. My little brother, being rather little at the time, was hoisted onto the back of my mum's bike in one of those chair things. I, however, was left with a bike that was far too big for me (to the point that i couldn't stop myself with my feet llke i usually did). Middle of the French countryside, come to a crossroad at the bottom of a steep hill. Only now do i think to check my brakes, which don't work. I hit the ditch, vault the hedge and land in a field breaking my arm. It then took my dad about 10 minutes to find me because he couldn't find the gate, twunt.

Also, not technically a holiday, but while on a European dance tour i ended up in Strasbourg university hospital with a bone-deep gash on my shin. Bad enough you might think, were it not for my wearing a morris dancing costume and only having my rather threatening dance teacher (complete with tap shoes and traditional dutch clog dance costume) to talk to.

Sorry for my extreme length, although i've never heard complaints before
(darkmavis86, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 15:49, Reply)