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.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... 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.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Cheap package holidays are cheap for a reason
Went to Spain with my Mum, Dad and brother on a package holiday. It was going great, until we went on one of those excursion things to some shabby marketplace, the bus we were going on was too full and before I knew where I was someone had literally dumped me onto one of the local buses, not one designated for my holiday.
Being about 12, in Spain, surrounded by people you don't know and not having a fucking clue where your parents are is pretty scary. I wasn't even sure where we were going, so I couldn't try and tell someone. I just sat there like a lemon.
Turns out the bus wasn't going to the same place, but another market across the other side of the town. Cue me crying, and another tour operator coming to my aid. A few hours later im happily re united with my family in a posh restaurant with them doing anything they could to make up for my abandonment.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2005, 17:03, Reply)
Went to Spain with my Mum, Dad and brother on a package holiday. It was going great, until we went on one of those excursion things to some shabby marketplace, the bus we were going on was too full and before I knew where I was someone had literally dumped me onto one of the local buses, not one designated for my holiday.
Being about 12, in Spain, surrounded by people you don't know and not having a fucking clue where your parents are is pretty scary. I wasn't even sure where we were going, so I couldn't try and tell someone. I just sat there like a lemon.
Turns out the bus wasn't going to the same place, but another market across the other side of the town. Cue me crying, and another tour operator coming to my aid. A few hours later im happily re united with my family in a posh restaurant with them doing anything they could to make up for my abandonment.
( , Mon 25 Apr 2005, 17:03, Reply)
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