Worst Holiday Experience

Sex and movies. Make the best of a bad situation. :p

When we arrived the concierge said "bad weather? it will be gone by the weekend" (this was mid-week) and then when the weekend came and the bad weather stuck around "Oh, it will be gone next week for sure...." :mad:
 
I haven't had a holiday for 20 years. How's that for horrible?

I'm over 40 years old. I had a holiday to the Lake District when I was about 6, and another when I was 21, to Chapel Saint Leonatrds. It was rubbish.

So you never been abroad ?
 
Well, there was that time back in the late 60's when we were staying at a farm in Cornwall where the Pigs had a bit of a revolt!

They figured out, not only how to get out of their pens, they also figured out how to get into the main house!

So there I was, 8 years old, surrounded by Pigs that were busy trashing the ground floor of this farmhouse.

Pigs are NOT Pinky and Perky! They are HUGE and if you fall over they will eat you!

I didn't fall over! :eek:
 
Its theme park is one of a kind. :D

Used to be called the Rhyl Sun Center...we used to camp at sun valley caravan park as a kid..my mum and dad and their brothers and sisters and their kids...

Some of the best holidays of my life...

In fact I wouldn't mind doing another trip with second generation and our kids take my mum and dad etc...:D
 
He may have just never had a holiday abroad. I've been abroad loads of times, but not for holidays. :)

I suspect that abroad is somewhat overrated these days.

My Parents did "Abroad" in the 50's.

Most of the places they went to are now ****-holes of the very worst order or have been turned into some sort of Disney parody of the truth. (Or both!)

(When my Parents "Did" the Great Pyramid of Egypt, they were on their own, with their guide from Shepherds Hotel, with the flaming torch and all! there is absolutely nothing about the modern experience that can equal my Parents verbal account so I simply have no wish to go and visit "Cairodisney")
 
(When my Parents "Did" the Great Pyramid of Egypt, they were on their own, with their guide from Shepherds Hotel, with the flaming torch and all! there is absolutely nothing about the modern experience that can equal my Parents verbal account so I simply have no wish to go and visit "Cairodisney")

My grandparents did that kind of thing in the 50s - kind of sad their old cine film from those holidays hasn't been preserved - it was almost like a glimpse into a completely different world.
 
Used to be called the Rhyl Sun Center...we used to camp at sun valley caravan park as a kid..my mum and dad and their brothers and sisters and their kids...

Some of the best holidays of my life...

In fact I wouldn't mind doing another trip with second generation and our kids take my mum and dad etc...:D

If Boris manages to get us banned from all European beaches with his poetry, Rhyl might boom! Needs must, as they say. And if the weather's nice, that old lido ain't so bad...:D The seas could be a touch warmer, mind.
 
Egypt, Sharm El Sheikh.

All in all, was a good holiday, great hotel and the snorkling just off the beach was fantastic, so fantastic that I decided to book a scuba diving session.

However the day before, I had a few tummy *troubles* and without going into details, it caught me by suprise and I didn't make it to the toilets in time. Got changed and went to pharmacist to get something I spent so sort me out. Went back to the beech to take the pills, semi-choked on 1 and threw up all over myself infront of everyone.
Pills did jack **** in the end, spent the rest of the day and most of the night in the toilet.

I enjoyed the scuba diving the next day, but I spent the time concentrating on keeping my sphincter shut, didn't know how I was going to explain skids marks in my wetsuit.
 
We went to Belgium when I was around 10 or 11 and I'd bought a new pair of trainers. Note from future self to past self: do not be so obsessive about how white your new trainers are, do not clean them daily, and do NOT clean them with the Belgian equivalent of Fairy Liquid every half hour when the weather will be so wet that it will not stop raining for the entire 10 days you are in Belgium.

Frothy trainers?

:(
 
My grandparents did that kind of thing in the 50s - kind of sad their old cine film from those holidays hasn't been preserved - it was almost like a glimpse into a completely different world.

I still have some of the cine film, but it is very degraded. some of it was transferred to tape some years ago but I cannot find it. I am really upset that it might have been lost somehow. :(

It was a very different world!

One could drive (for instance, and quite literally, My Parents did it (not the whole journey, but a good part of it)) from Cairo to Cape Town with no more risk of being assaulted or robbed than in SW Surrey today.
 
Egypt, Sharm El Sheikh.

All in all, was a good holiday, great hotel and the snorkling just off the beach was fantastic, so fantastic that I decided to book a scuba diving session.

However the day before, I had a few tummy *troubles* and without going into details, it caught me by suprise and I didn't make it to the toilets in time. Got changed and went to pharmacist to get something I spent so sort me out. Went back to the beech to take the pills, semi-choked on 1 and threw up all over myself infront of everyone.
Pills did jack **** in the end, spent the rest of the day and most of the night in the toilet.

I enjoyed the scuba diving the next day, but I spent the time concentrating on keeping my sphincter shut, didn't know how I was going to explain skids marks in my wetsuit.

But you did make it to the pharmacy alright? That's something!;)
 
Sydney 1999. Age: 21 Length of Stay: 2 months

Saw in the Millenium overlooking Harbour Bridge. In hindsight it was a better new year celebration than anything else I had done. However, previous to all this, our day started at 3pm after getting the bus in from Coogee.

My mate, lets call him Ginger, managed to pick a fight with a bouncer at a "Massage Parlour" in the Rocks. This was after swearing blind that he definitely had his wallet before he did the deed.
The rest of us (5 in total) completely refused to acknowledge he was with us (rules) and proceeded to the next bar (courtesy of Gingers wallet). You'll be pleased to know that poor Ginger whom had been annoying us for the previous month was unharmed and was on clean up duty for an hour before he joined us.
So then friend B (lets call him Lanky) managed to attract a young lady who had a boyfriend slightly bigger than he was and demonstrated this fact to his face a few times. That was a downer but we cheered ourselves up by more drinking in the next bar whilst Lanky attended a First Aid station. This was the last we saw of him until the next day.

4 hours later, no more altercations and Ginger, Slim, Dancing Pete and Myself (appropriately named (bar Slim)) are in the centre of some bridge surrounded by thousands of people and rapidly running out of alcohol. Fortunately, with his super sexy moves, Dancing Pete manages to bring a couple of young ladies into our mix. Now, whilst they were undoubtedly attractive, we were eyeing up the 24 pack of beer they had with them.
Slim and his charm (despite Ginger's help) paid them AUS$50 (all he had left) for their beer (probably cost them AUS$10) and we carried on regardless.
At midnight, we had several magnums of champagne to let off and duly did so. We cleared a space around us too for some unknown reason and ended up with our own little party. Went back with 4 young ladies (and the rest of that story stays in Australia because of rules).
All in all, an fantastic start to the century.

I got home a week later and had a trip to a clinic. There are some things you just don't want to bring back.

I highly recommend Rhyl in the future.
 
Sydney 1999. Age: 21 Length of Stay: 2 months

Saw in the Millenium overlooking Harbour Bridge. In hindsight it was a better new year celebration than anything else I had done. However, previous to all this, our day started at 3pm after getting the bus in from Coogee.

My mate, lets call him Ginger, managed to pick a fight with a bouncer at a "Massage Parlour" in the Rocks. This was after swearing blind that he definitely had his wallet before he did the deed.
The rest of us (5 in total) completely refused to acknowledge he was with us (rules) and proceeded to the next bar (courtesy of Gingers wallet). You'll be pleased to know that poor Ginger whom had been annoying us for the previous month was unharmed and was on clean up duty for an hour before he joined us.
So then friend B (lets call him Lanky) managed to attract a young lady who had a boyfriend slightly bigger than he was and demonstrated this fact to his face a few times. That was a downer but we cheered ourselves up by more drinking in the next bar whilst Lanky attended a First Aid station. This was the last we saw of him until the next day.

4 hours later, no more altercations and Ginger, Slim, Dancing Pete and Myself (appropriately named (bar Slim)) are in the centre of some bridge surrounded by thousands of people and rapidly running out of alcohol. Fortunately, with his super sexy moves, Dancing Pete manages to bring a couple of young ladies into our mix. Now, whilst they were undoubtedly attractive, we were eyeing up the 24 pack of beer they had with them.
Slim and his charm (despite Ginger's help) paid them AUS$50 (all he had left) for their beer (probably cost them AUS$10) and we carried on regardless.
At midnight, we had several magnums of champagne to let off and duly did so. We cleared a space around us too for some unknown reason and ended up with our own little party. Went back with 4 young ladies (and the rest of that story stays in Australia because of rules).
All in all, an fantastic start to the century.

I got home a week later and had a trip to a clinic. There are some things you just don't want to bring back.

I highly recommend Rhyl in the future.

Let me guess: the ladies'd left with your wallets, and you downgraded to a foursome? (Because of rules, of course.);)
 
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