» It was a great holiday, but...

great days...
As a child my holidays were filled with 'fun-filled' scrapes and less fun emergencies and rapid change of plans: (background - we used to go on holiday to the Scilly Isles, off the Cornish coast - a ferry service ran between there and Penzance). On one particularly memorable holiday, on our way back the ferry was delayed and we missed our coach back to London by some time ... calls to the coach company revealed a) no more coaches until about 7am (by now it was about 10pm), and b) "you should go to the police" (??). Attempts to convince the family to sleep rough in Penzance harbour did not work, we went to the police station where they revealed that all hotels/b&bs were booked up due to it being a bank holiday weekend, and we ended up sleeping in the overnight detention cell (locked in) and pressing the emergency alarm switch every time we went to put the light on.

On another fun-filled trip to Cornwall, my mother fell off a boat, tore her knee cartilage and ruptured her anterior cruciate ligament and ended up in hospital for 3 days before a hasty exit home (later to have 3 ops). However, trusty travel insurance meant we could stay in a nice hotel (as opposed to the campsite we were staying in before) until we could go home.

Finally a school trip to Spain ended in chaos when we were forced to move hotels due to a fight between our school and a French one, during which a door was kicked down and a room trashed - the sight of my languages teacher screaming in (failing) French at the teacher from the other school will never leave me ...
(Thu 21st Apr 2005, 11:14, More)