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I've had guns pointed at me in many different countries, sometimes even by our own side. I've also sat on my own on a beach on a desert island, which was nice because nobody was trying to shoot me. Tell us your tales of foreign travel.

Thanks to SnowytheRabbit for the suggestion

(, Thu 18 Apr 2013, 17:43)
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A Trip To Whitley Bay and a Ferry Journey From Hell (where hell is lots of people being sick, lots)
A family holiday tainted by vomit No.1
My sister and I were around seven, my little sister, five - excited to see the town where supergran lived.

My little sister started the travel sickness at the end of the road we lived on in Burton. My sister and I, more because the smell because of any car movement, joined in half an hour later.
My dad said that when we got to our holiday cottage in Northumberland he had to strip the inside of our white Renualt 18 to clean up the mess - back seat out, the lot.

A family holiday tainted by vomit No.2
Returning from an autumn half term trip to France. Its Sunday and the Ferry in Cherbourg is full of similar holiday making family units on thier way home to Blighty, delighted to discover the full sunday lunch with all the trimmings being offered in the restaurant after a week on 'french commons' (croissants and the like).

Two hours into the crossing we were being battered by weather safe enough to sail in but strong enough to cause the majority of the passengers on board to doubt the constance of their stomach's resolve.

The deck had vomit everywhere. It was almost impossible to find a spot outside that didnt have the remains of someones ill advised full topside of beef splattered on the railings and bulkheads. All the toilets had blocked up with sick, even the urinals.
At one point I went to relieve myself, only to be confronted by an unappetising mix of wee and puke sloshing from one wall of the toilet to the other as the boat pitched from side to side, a two inch wave of regurgitated Brittany Ferry Fare and Piss dismally breaking over my Nike Air Solo Flights.

I'd be lying if I said every family holiday invovled Exorcist Levels of chunder, but even shopping trips to Derby led to a level of uncertainty.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 11:31, 3 replies)
As a fellow Burtonian.....
...the thought of going to Derby used to make me feel sick!
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 13:37, closed)
ah. the eagle centre.
derby regatta was always fun tho.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 15:16, closed)
So was...
...being bounced off police cars by Forest fans on Derby days, whilst the aforementioned gentlemen of the law counted their legs or somesuch. Not a nice place, the Eagle centre.
(, Fri 19 Apr 2013, 17:23, closed)

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