Your worst holiday experience?

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I had food poisoning in Rabat (the capital) in Morocco.

One nice evening I went to this "posh" pizza place with my ex and I had a seafood starter before the pizza. I thought the prawns tasted a bit cold but ate it anyway. About 10pm I started to have the Sheets and then it kept going every 45mins for the rest of the night right up until about 4am. It got to the point there was basically nothing left to come out.

The next morning I had already booked a trip to Marrakesh, a 3hr or so train. It was the most horrible journey in my life. Sat by the window in a tablet seat with strangers, fear for my stomach exploding, on a train without aircon and did not want to see inside of a 60 years old Moroccan train's toilet.

With just a bottle of water in hand I managed to make it to Marrakesh and amazingly felt a little better, and so I thought I would play it safe by eating at McDonald's as whilst it's bad food, it is at least clean.

Nope, 2hrs after that i pooped it all out. That evening I booked at this Michelin star place so I had to go, only managed to finish half the food, took the leftover back to the rented apartment that night and had an early night, but not before pooping out that expensive meal.

My stomach was so bad for the next 3-5 days that I would need to poop around 2hrs post food...when I got back to the UK 7 days after I went to the doctors because my stomach was still feeling weird and got some antibiotics after given them a poop sample.
 
So a lot of us have had food poisoning abroad then :P

I got it near the end of our ‘lads’ holiday after our A Levels. We’d been eating really dodgy-tasting kebabs every night and second-to-last morning it became apparent my hangover, which had been getting progressively worse through the week, wasn’t a hangover and it was food poisoning. The stewardess on the plane home gave me a tablet to stop me throwing up and to this day I don’t know what that tablet was.
 
I used to go to Greece every year, with my mates ,through the mid 80's to the early 90's.

When using the apartment toilets you're meant to put the toilet paper in a bin next to the toilet, but obviously a lot of Brits, drunk or otherwise, didn't always bother.

I remember having a shower one morning and ****** water started to come up the shower drain plug. That girl I met the night before really wished she wasn't sucking my toes at the time.
 
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I used to go to Greece every year, with my mates ,through the mid 80's to the early 90's.

When using the apartment toilets you're meant to put the toilet paper in a bin next to the toilet, but obviously a lot of Brits, drunk or otherwise, didn't always bother.

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I used to go to Greece every year, with my mates ,through the mid 80's to the early 90's.

When using the apartment toilets you're meant to put the toilet paper in a bin next to the toilet, but obviously a lot of Brits, drunk or otherwise, didn't always bother.

I remember having a shower one morning and ****** water started to come up the shower drain plug. That girl I met the night before really wished she wasn't sucking my toes at the time.

Yeah, some parts of the world still have old plumbing and they are not good for toilet paper. I stayed in a rather nice hotel in Taiwan that was like this. Which is so weird and gross to have poop paper in a bin for up to 24hrs.
 
I was drinking the tap water in the hotel and it was fine , im still alive

I am talking about sewage plumbing.

And I am sure lots of people survive and still alive after drinking tap water in India too....I wouldn't recommend it.

To "survive" a holiday is a very low bar. lol I want to come away without using that word!
 
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For me it’s a stag do in Benidorm 2022, slipped and cracked my head open in a bar on the first night, we’re talking 4 inches long and it opened width wise about 1cm. Large scar on the back of my head to this day.

Required a hospital visit - I had no idea how bad it was until a mate reacted to it the next morning, looking back I was significantly concussed and had assumed I’d woken up feeling how I did due to a hangover.

Spent the rest of the holiday groggy and medicated inside the villa whilst the lads all went and partied. Fun fun…
 
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Went to America with a Virgin Atlantic package in 2000, they cancelled one of the day trips to Cape Canaveral and didn't tell us, they also forgot to pick us up from the hotel to get our flight home so had to get a crazy Serbian cab driver who took the "we are running late" message a little too far.
 
So a lot of us have had food poisoning abroad then :P

Ive been to about 40 different countries and got it for the first time over Easter while I was in Corfu. Only full recovered a few days ago.

But worse holiday going to Istanbul in 2022, I didn't want to go but my girlfriend at the time was complaining about not going anywhere because of the Covid lockdowns.

Spent 5 days in Istanbul to be consistently bothered by the locals everytime we walked outside.

Then paying two grand to fly back home. Missed our flight because the dumb taxi driver took us to the wrong airport. :mad:
 
My worst holiday experience was when i visited Germany. I quite enjoyed them!

:p

I've never been to Germany. Also shocked no one's suggested it before now!
 
Went to Butlins Pwllheli when I was 13 and ended up the next day in Bangor Hospital for a week with Bronchial Pneumonia and Pleurisy.

Two holidays last year cemented our feelings for not going abroad again and we thought a complete waste of money.
10 days in Gran Canaria in a swingers hotel called Greenfields (seriously) but it was also LGBT week so we had entertainment.
It was just that every day was goundhog day doing exactly the same thing.
Then we had 7 days in Lanzarote with again groundhog day every day.
Will probably still do Benidorm every year with the in-laws because it's Benidorm and definitely not the same every day.
 
Went to Butlins Pwllheli when I was 13 and ended up the next day in Bangor Hospital for a week with Bronchial Pneumonia and Pleurisy.

Two holidays last year cemented our feelings for not going abroad again and we thought a complete waste of money.
10 days in Gran Canaria in a swingers hotel called Greenfields (seriously) but it was also LGBT week so we had entertainment.
It was just that every day was goundhog day doing exactly the same thing.
Then we had 7 days in Lanzarote with again groundhog day every day.
Will probably still do Benidorm every year with the in-laws because it's Benidorm and definitely not the same every day.
Greenfields you say?:cool:
 
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