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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Beach BoysOn drunken Cornwall holiday in about 1985 with 2 mates. Last day of the holiday decided to hit the Newquay clubs and see if we could pull. After 1 week of 3 of us in a 2-man tent, and with clothes that had forgotten what an iron felt like, we looked like scruffy escapees from Dartmoor. Launched into the club and found that our night coincided with the world surfing championships so the clubs were full of healthy, tanned, sun-bleached surfer 'dudes'. Oddly, the girls seemed to find them more attractive (and considerably more hygienic) than us. Got pissed instead, couldn't find the campsite, slept in a bush near a beach, but looked no worse in the morning.
Apologies for boring myself...
(, Mon 25 Apr 2005, 22:22, Reply)
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