Share some of your holiday let downs..

My worst was Rhodes in Greece, crap hotel

Fuerte... Ace Ventura, or whatever.

Bugs in the pool. Everywhere was a building site. Shit food. Malicious 'burny' sun.

Fauxie said:

So European holidays on the whole suck huh?

sexyAuntyFuka said:

Why would you say that? Fuertevenaceventura is just one Spanish island.

Europe's beautiful.

Fauxie said:

Well I said Greece sucked, U said spain sucked...lets just skip 2 the back page and proclaim European holidays suck


Actually, Malta and Portugal were very nice holidays

This thread sucks. I'm not sure you're capable of keeping it going even with me here humouring you.

Let's hope someone else posts on it.

I have my own shit thread to get back to.

Fauxie said:

All my threads suck. I have a history of crap threads that get ignored on the internet.

sexyAuntyFuka said:

Each trip I took to the UK was good only because I made it so. But one of my ex's made pretty sure it would be speckled with drama and a constant need to apologize or explain myself.

TheVoid said:

I work in westminster right next 2 all of London's tourist landmarks. Never seizes to amaze me how excited foreign folk get about big ben and trafalgar square and boring shit like dat

sexyAuntyFuka said:

I freaked out over the 9 1/2 marker at King's Cross--you know the one Harry Potter uses to go into the Wizard world?

TheVoid said:

DORAMA!

I hope you at least speckled his toilet bowl with the English food you so constantly proclaim is awful shit.

I could totally love you if I liked having a cock up my bum. You're charming beyond compare and funny as all hell. I wouldn't speckle you with anything but love.

Fauxie said:

awwww, that is completely, extremely gay. And I appreciate you going to painstaking lengths to make it so.

Fauxie said:

Why would u wanna put one of these





up one of these

Bugiba (or something) in Malta. 10 days of crap from start to finish.

florescent said:

No way, Malta rules.. did u go 2 Valetta? Malta is great, what was wrong with Malta?...did u stay at Palm Court?

TheVoid said:

You are so lovable though. We don't like to put pressure on you (you're fiercely protective of your alone time, I know) but Mon keeps saying how Aksel lives down on Koh Whatever and we see him more, and I think you're alright too. Seriously, you're so charming I get this feeling like I want to confide in you, tell you of my gay and mess around like we're Thai soldiers at a protest. You're so... complex.

p.s. Don't lose no weight.

sexyAuntyFuka said:

It was about 12 years ago, I was quite young and booked it last minute because it was cheap. The hotel was awful (crawling with bugs) and there was nothing nearby at all. We had a few trips out on those funny little 1950's buses - which I found pretty scary at the time
St Pauls was pretty and Valetta was ok, but nothing good stands out from that holiday. I just remember being badly sunburned and trying to ride the biggest horse I've ever seen in my life which wouldn't go where I wanted it to go.

And I argued with my then-boyfriend for a lot of the holiday.

I'm sure Malta is gorgeous if you visit the right places. I've heard it's awesome for snorkelling.

florescent said:

Ahh, You see thats all to do with your age at the time. age and perception can play big on how things turn out..for example, when i first came to the UK from Cuba as a youth I didn't understand English culture. My friend promised to show me the ropes. We went to a disco and he said "in London when a song comes on you have to do everything it tells u to do" so i did- when 'jump around' by house of paincame on I jumped around , when 'shake ur ass' by Mystikal came on I shook my ass, When 'come on Eileen' came on...that was the first time I got arrested. I told the police I didn't know her name wasn't Eileen but apparently that wasn't the point

sexyAuntyFuka said:

The first time my wife and I visited London, we were food poisoned at some fish and chips joint. Unknowing, we took the Chunnel to France the next day and spent hours commuting in excruciating discomfort. When we arrived at our friend's flat in Paris, I must have visited her toilet like 5 times in the space of an hour, and I left the entire place... well, let's just say you could probably tell I was there for an hour or so after I left.

That was Disney World, however, compared to the time I tagged along with my wife's family to... Disney World. It was a 15-hour-plus drive from Cleveland (because my mother-in-law refuses to fly) in a rickety old conversion van with a broken A/C through the U.S. South in the middle of August. All they did was sweat and argue, and my parents-in-law expected us to listen to the same 3 or 4 mid-'80s gospel and R&B CDs the entire time. My mother-in-law wanted to stop at every outlet mall we passed (to visit the same damned stores); my father-in-law, who was driving, refused all other stop requests (including for bathroom and his own terrifyingly obvious need to nap ); and my wife and brother-in-law, because they were so annoyed and embarrassed by this all, were themselves crap to be around. Then, aside from Epcot, I found Disney World horribly overrated, obscenely expensive and prohibitively crowded. The saving grace was the incredible hotel... but I had to share a room with my teenage brother-in-law, who was reeling from -- and very much wanted to talk exhaustively about -- high school girlfriend drama.

I have since refused to travel with my in-laws.
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Oh!

When you said "holiday", I thought you meant the time my drunken uncle ruined Thanksgiving by cursing everybody out, then getting thrown out by my Grandfather.

You meant, "vacation"...
The time we took my Granny who has dementia with us on a long-distance car trip. There are no words....

chocolate1 said:

Actually, that sounds awesome!

When I was 18 and in my first year of college I went to New Mexico with my then ex boyfriend to see his parents over Xmas. We had broken up a month before but his parents were paying for everything and we decided we got along well enough to try to enjoy the trip together. He didn’t tell them we were broken up, we’d been together for a year and a half or so at this point, he’d even lived with me and my family after high school and before college started (long story – his parents left him in Minnesota when he was 16. Actually, they shipped him off to Puerto Rico to stay with relatives and he made his way back to Minnesota to find they’d left). They had rented a condo on the beach in Mexico for Xmas eve and day and such.

We were in a tiny little town in New Mexico that really had nothing to do, I got a horrible cold from the change in climate (it was sooooo dry!) and he argued and treated his parents so badly that they sent us home after a few days.

His mother actually pulled me aside and said they loved me and would love to see me in the family, but couldn’t I see that her son was pretty messed up?

Indeed, I could.

Worst trip ever.


Other than that, I’ve enjoyed everywhere I’ve been. Sure, I’ve stayed in a few nasty hotels and hostels but managed to find fun outside.

On our way to california to goto disneyland, 3 of us in the back of an ORANGE station wagon, my little brother puking everywhere, still in his pajamas stopping at a quick shop in 900 degree heat to clean him up and my sister being a bitch about her shoes... the norm..

A trip to Florida from Maryland when I was about 8 yrs old. It was a road trip in a small pickup truck with a cab on the back. My half sis & I in the back with the luggage. Not able to really sit up and it August so it was hot and the fumes from the exhaust blowing in. After a few days in Florida my dad decided he wanted to go home. So he made up a story to tell my mom's sis since we were staying with them.
He made me and my mom lie as well. We had to drive 19 hrs back with 3 HUGE stuffed animals that my dad won at Busch Gardens along with the luggage with the heat and fumes. My mom cried all of the way home because she did not want to leave her sister. My father was abusive and I think the trip was cut short because he did not want my mom to tell her sister how bad things were.

I'd rather not go into detail. Let's just say it was the first, last and only time I've ever gone camping.

Few years back I went to Hammanet in tunisia. whilst not the worst holiday ever it was the most uneventful. What a boring azz place

Genesia said:

I too HATE camping!!