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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Romania... luvverly
School trip to Romania in 97.
12 of us camped in a field behind the local disco (a hut with a bar in it), spent the week "getting to know each other better", sudden outbreaks of affection brought on by large amounts of weed and banana liquor.
Highlights:
*My buddy getting chucked off the train in Hungary because she had brought her kiwi passport instead of her u.k. one and didn't have a visa: she had to sleep in a doorway at the border with our chemistry teacher before flying home
*teaching the locals to macarena
*seeing the local kiddie scum running up to my darkskinned friend, poking him and shouting indian! indian!
*watching my friend get into a fight with 2 rather pregnant girls over the local shepherd -he wanted to marry my friend so he could emigrate and leave them all behind
*getting ripped off at the exchange booth by ruffians who stole our money, being very angry for a bit, but then realising it was only about 2 quid they'd stolen...
( , Wed 27 Apr 2005, 11:41, Reply)
School trip to Romania in 97.
12 of us camped in a field behind the local disco (a hut with a bar in it), spent the week "getting to know each other better", sudden outbreaks of affection brought on by large amounts of weed and banana liquor.
Highlights:
*My buddy getting chucked off the train in Hungary because she had brought her kiwi passport instead of her u.k. one and didn't have a visa: she had to sleep in a doorway at the border with our chemistry teacher before flying home
*teaching the locals to macarena
*seeing the local kiddie scum running up to my darkskinned friend, poking him and shouting indian! indian!
*watching my friend get into a fight with 2 rather pregnant girls over the local shepherd -he wanted to marry my friend so he could emigrate and leave them all behind
*getting ripped off at the exchange booth by ruffians who stole our money, being very angry for a bit, but then realising it was only about 2 quid they'd stolen...
( , Wed 27 Apr 2005, 11:41, Reply)
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