Your worst holiday experience?

18-30s sticks in my mind. I was just 18. Lloret De mar, Spain. It was a brilliant holiday for an innocent 18 year old like me. But the things we did and the things that were wrong were out of this world. Lucky I didn't die.

In no particular order and the things I remember.

First night, bbq night. About a dozen of us were sitting at a table drinking unlimited Sangria. Mates turned green, and ended up throwing up under the table together. Then continued with their dinner.
Shower had exposed wires.
We were walking down the middle of a main street on a bar crawl and the locals were welcoming us by throwing buckets of urine at us. This was quite common.
Tour rep spent the night with us instead of working. Woke up the following morning and had someone else in one of our beds.
Balcony was dangerous and unstable. Bolts had sheared off. Hanigng on by a thread.
We were singing and dancing all night - most nights. We must have been diabolical.
Mate forgot his socks.
Same mate ended up giving other mate who was drunk a piggy back back to the room. But mate was also drunk. Mate dropped other mate on to the bonnet of an expensive BMW. Bum mark indentation was left behind.
I got so drunk one night I ended up high jumping brick walls. I also climbed a lamp post. I woke the next morning with my knees torn to shreds. Couldn't remember a thing. Mates explained what happened.

That was a wild holiday and thankfully never repeated.
 
my stagdoo in Puerto Banus .
To be clear it was certainly not all bad but in one week I was mugged at a cash point and the following night our villa got broken into and all our stuff nicked. thankfully they left our passports but all our other valuables got nabbed.
 
Malta in 1992. Hotel in Qawra was overbooked so we were offered an apartment opposite the Hotel. There were 3 of us and the apartment was 1 bedroom, so I got the short straw and the camp bed for 2 weeks. Still hot in September and no air con, right in the middle of the nightlife area, so loud music until 4am every night. Also when it eventually went quiet I could hear the cockroaches scuttling around on the tiled floor.

Probably the only Holiday I've ever been on that I couldn't wait to go back on the plane home.
 
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