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Your worst holiday ever
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Christ OP, I was not expecting that :-o
Nothing spectacularly bad, we 'camped' in the back of my dads transit van in trabolgan once, 4 of us on a mattress that took up the whole of the back of the van, that was pretty uncomfortable. When we got home we realised the dog had been locked in the garage and he just burst out to go to the toilet when we got home, scared the life out of us, he was holding it all weekend the daft yoke.
Got really bad sunburn on my leg in Italy once but my mam insisted I couldn't just stay in the room, omg the pain of it struggling around while they complained I was going too slow, all I wanted was to rest up in the room.
Was in Paris with my bf at the time but he was going through his paranoia about pregnancy stage and waited till just before we went to announce we wouldn't be having sex, holiday ruined
I've only been on a package holiday once and that was awful for how boring it was, ugh sun holidays, never again.0 -
You're all being so sweet about the unexpected nature of my story, but I didn't mean to bring the mood down.
I also didn't set out to get people to "top" my story; believe me, I hope it's never happened to any of you.
I'm just really enjoying reading all about your trips ....keep 'em coming
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I don't think I've ever had a bad holiday. [*Touch wood*
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I'm usually pretty happy to get out of Carlow let alone Ireland.
I do remember being in Spain and my father decided to stay by the pool the first couple of days and drink.
He copped on after a bit though and it was grand.0 -
Was in Paris with my bf at the time but he was going through his paranoia about pregnancy stage and waited till just before we went to announce we wouldn't be having sex, holiday ruined
He goes on holidays with you to Paris but he won't have sex with you.
I fail to see the logic behind that.
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Years ago myself and my hubby went to Crete for a wedding and while we did have a good time (there were loads of friends and family there and it'd be very rare that we'd all be in the one place together) the trip was just one disaster after another.
It was a package holiday, and I'd never been on one before so I didn't really know what to expect. We seemed to end up on a plane of 6th year holiday types plus a few skangers thrown in, but they were pretty funny. Actually sometimes they were fairly entertaining - the guy across from me kept trying to open his duty free booze, despite being told that it couldn't be opened while we were in the air, then he was trying to sneakily open a can of beer but he dropped it and it just exploded and sprayed everyone around him with beer (air hostess confiscated the rest) - a fair few got caught smoking in the loos and it was very funny seeing the angry hostess marching them back to their seats. The only bad part about our flight was some eejit with a stereo blasting that 'Maniac 2000' song on repeat for the whole flight.
The rest of our group were on another flight and it all kicked off on their plane. There was one couple who were totally scuttered in the bar before leaving dublin airport and who kept roaring with their group of friends about who took the most yokes before leaving for the airport. When they got in the air it was just pandemonium, the two of them were screaming and swearing at each other, then the girl got up to go to the loo and the guy got up and punched her in the face, which then developed into an actual brawl between the two of them, with the drunk friends trying to intervene. The cabin crew had to seat them separately and use restraints. Then it turned out they were staying in the apartment above my MIL & FIL (they were on the first floor and the rowdy couple on the 2nd floor). During the night the in-laws are being kept awake by the ferocity going on upstairs, then all of a sudden it gets louder because they've gone out on the balcony. Next thing there's a scream and a crash, and sirens a few minutes later. He'd thrown her off the balcony, so she was carted off with 2 broken legs, broken ribs and a few other broken bits that I can't remember. Cops arrived and everyone had to give statements.
Next was the wedding itself. The bride was 40 mins late to the church, and it was mid august so the church was like a furnace. One of the aunties fainted and had to be carted off to get water and cool down. Bride arrives, things progress as normal, then the strap breaks on one of the bridesmaid's dresses. Luckily she catches it just before there was a serious wardrobe malfunction, but the rest of the mass was spent with her basically trying to hold herself in to the dress. Ceremony finishes and suddenly the B&G cop that the photographer hasn't turned up. We improvise with guests cameras and then head back to the reception.
Food and cake were lovely. Photographer arrived mid-way through the speeches and expected the B&G to go off to have their photos taken, needless to say they were told to f off. Dancing begins but then it's all cut off at 11pm. When the best man goes to find out what's going on he's told that the hotel has run out of drink and that anyone who's not a resident will have to leave. A rake of taxis are called for all the guests who are staying elsewhere, and two of them crash into each other in the street outside, mini-riot ensues. Next morning when the B&G are checking out of the hotel they discover that person or persons unknown charged several hundred euros worth of drinks to the bridal suite.
Two nights later we went out for a few drinks in Hirsonissos (not realising what a kip it is) and two of our party got spiked and ended up in hospital.
The apartments that my hubby and I were staying in were lovely and peaceful for the first week, then the next week a 'lads holiday' showed up. It was no longer peaceful. We were lying in bed one night trying to get to sleep and the next thing a wooden kitchen chair gets thrown through our patio door, showering glass all over the place, two drunk guys stumble in and start apologising profusely saying that they thought it was their friends' room and it'd be hilarious to throw the chair in on them
We couldn't move rooms because the place was booked up, but the owner assured us it'd be fixed by the time we came back the following evening. Glaziers must be hard to come by in Crete, because 'fixed' turned out to be a sheet of plastic taped up over the empty door frame.
On our second last day some of our group went banana boating. They did that thing where they turn really sharply so everyone falls off, and one of the other people on the boat accidentally kneed one of our friends in the mouth and knocked out two of her teeth.
We were fairly relieved to be leaving but the flight home wouldn't be complete without a bit more drama. It was delayed by 4 hours so, again, a lot of the passengers were a bit sozzled by the time we had to board. When we were taxiing down the runway some eejit decides to get something out from the overhead bin, and is given out to by the stewardess and told to wait til the seatbelt sign is off. He sits down, but while we're still climbing he gets up again and refuses to sit down until he's gotten whatever he needed out of his bag. A steward and a stewardess get up to make him sit down, then he punches the stewardess in the face. He started saying it was an accident, but it blatantly wasn't. So then when we get to Dublin we all have to sit on the plane and wait til the cops come on and remove this guy.
Don't think I'll ever go back to crete.0 -
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I once went with 2 other lads to Kiev.
Had the trip all planned out, take a bus to Lviv and then a train to Kiev. All in all 24 hours to do around 1000km
Anyhoo we had a hostel booked and a deposit paid but miraculously when we got there the owner never received the money and the price of the hostel had now doubled.
Fairly pissed off but with not much else choice we coughed up the extra funds.
Our first feck up was leaving the hostel key with the owner so that we wouldn't lose it when we are in a club and he said he'd be awake anyway.
Before we left we decided to leave some money and cards in the room as a just in case.
We come back half fcuked at stupid o'clock and true to his word he is waiting for us.
Gave us the key and off we go to the room.
One lad collapses asleep while myself and the other lad continued on drinking.
Further into the night the friend decides to remove the money/cards we had hidden under the mattress and low and behold nothing there.
Robbed.
Room searched over and over. Nothing.
At this point the finger is pointed to the owner.
We go to him screaming and shouting about the theft but he doesn't give 2 ****s about it.
Police are then called and his attitude suddenly changes.
He maintains he hasn't taken anything but then refunds our hostel stay minus a penalty as long as we were gone by the morning.
Took the offer and away we went.
Getting a train back to Lviv we had an overnight stay there before our bus back to Warsaw.
Went out the first night and our friends phone is stolen.
Lesson? We are fecking cursed!0 -
I once went with 2 other lads to Kiev.
Had the trip all planned out, take a bus to Lviv and then a train to Kiev. All in all 24 hours to do around 1000km
Anyhoo we had a hostel booked and a deposit paid but miraculously when we got there the owner never received the money and the price of the hostel had now doubled.
Fairly pissed off but with not much else choice we coughed up the extra funds.
Our first feck up was leaving the hostel key with the owner so that we wouldn't lose it when we are in a club and he said he'd be awake anyway.
Before we left we decided to leave some money and cards in the room as a just in case.
We come back half fcuked at stupid o'clock and true to his word he is waiting for us.
Gave us the key and off we go to the room.
One lad collapses asleep while myself and the other lad continued on drinking.
Further into the night the friend decides to remove the money/cards we had hidden under the mattress and low and behold nothing there.
Robbed.
Room searched over and over. Nothing.
At this point the finger is pointed to the owner.
We go to him screaming and shouting about the theft but he doesn't give 2 ****s about it.
Police are then called and his attitude suddenly changes.
He maintains he hasn't taken anything but then refunds our hostel stay minus a penalty as long as we were gone by the morning.
Took the offer and away we went.
Getting a train back to Lviv we had an overnight stay there before our bus back to Warsaw.
Went out the first night and our friends phone is stolen.
Lesson? We are fecking cursed!
At least the local coppers took your side and you got something back..
I thought they would have sided with the local to avoid the language barrier.0 -
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