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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Fucking AlkmaarOr "Five Go Mad in (a) Bedford (van)".
When I was younger my father took a year off and his family of five, flew us to London, put us in a converted Bedford van for nine months and toured around Europe.
Us three kids were all under ten. Arriving at Alkmaar, Dad pulls into a camping ground and promptly kicks us kids out for "a bit of fresh air". My younger brothers decided to climb some trees, quickly finding that snapping the branches off and throwing them onto the tents below to be much more satisfying. Failing to be amused, I head back to the van. Only to walk (er, climb) in on my parents having sex.
It went downhill from there. Cue Germans in branch-covered tent coming over to complain to my parents, a thrashing from Dad, who made us go to the irate campground owner to apologise.
No, seeing my parents hard at it in the van we had to live in for nine months is still burned permanently into my memory.
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Udderbelly A tale of four titties, Sun 24 Apr 2005, 10:32,
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