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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The lighter side of second-degree burnsWent on holiday for the first time by myself to Florida back in the late 90s.
Things were going well until the last couple of days when I decided to go for a swim in the hotel pool. Without suncream.
Two hours later I was blood red and any movement resulted in sheer agony, it felt like I was tearing my chest apart with every step.
Packing and catching the flight back home was an enjoyable experience as you can imagine.
When visiting the doctors soon afterwards, he said I was very fortunate that they weren't third-degree burns and gave me two weeks off work, complete with perscription for burns cream.
Still, popping the blisters was fun (especially the two inch high ones) and it gave me a glimpse to how Simon Weston must of felt.
No apologies for length, you love the big 'uns!
(, Mon 25 Apr 2005, 2:42, Reply)
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