What’s your worst holiday experience, destination?

[splinter]

£99, 4 days, Benidorm. Hell on Earth!!

Bummimg a bird from St Helens who was dressed as Jane from Tarzan was the only highlight of that god forsaken trip. Said bird was on our plane home and I watched her run and fling herself into her fellas arms at John Lennon still with my man juice keeping her shit warm.

Was also the trip I got to the airport out of my head, realised my suitcase was light as fuck, opened it and remembered I hadn't packed any of my stuff up. Remembered my passport and asthma spray.

About right for St Helens

 

[GazM]

it’s horrible did you get there in a time machine ?

I went to play the golf course once. The town, my god

I will go for 5 days in a caravan in Siloth in Cumbria. Horrendous. Just don’t ever go.

Lovely place what's the matter with ya ?! My worst experience Torquay in a caravan 78 World Cup next to a family of Jocks. Traumatised at the age of 10. We left early. Who wants to stay in a caravan anyway ? Jeez.

 

[Millwallawayveteran1988]

These post’s and the thread deserves its place in the “ classics thread “some absolute belters well done to everyone for take a bow.

Made me giggle some of these. Quality.

 

[mayo31]

Croatia

Wife lost half a finger. A metal chair had not been folded out properly. So when she sat down and went to shuffle towards a table, her weight on the chair made it fold out and unfortunately cut half a finger off.

 

[NorthamptonBlue]

Bloody Benidorm

 

[Two Gun Bob]

Lots of Benidorm nay'sayers to thread. However for those intellectuals that J'adore culture and ambience in abundance then here without further to do is the Numero Uno No's 1 Spanish resort in it's last ever full on Festival before lockdown. Hopefully we'll all be back real soon.

A nice turn out with some mucho excellante costumes adorning the shiny happy people from Gods own country. So pour yourself a flaggon of San Miguel, sit right back and reminisce a while:

Festival 2019

 

[worsleyweb]

I think I will organise a blue moon meet up in Benidorm next year.

 

[crazyg]

My second worst ever holiday was my honeymoon in 1975! We'd booked a caravan on Anglesey, Red Wharf Bay, but a month before the wedding my car, a mark 2 Cortina, was nicked. My dad took us down there on the Sunday, but we were limited to close to the site, as public transport was very sketchy. Still, we had other things to keep us amused. ;-))
Then Sunday night I started with the shits! It must have been amusing for other holidaymakers to see the curtains of a newly wedded couple closing on a regular basis, but the reality was that the toilet was fitted in the broom cupboard, and I couldn't shut the door properly as my knees kept pushing it open, so closing the curtains was the only option.
I phoned my dad on Tuesday night to tell him of my plight, and Wednesday asked him to come and pick us up as I was really ill. Thursday saw me at the doctors, where I got some medication to slow it down, and I was fine by weekend. I'd lost half a stone in 4 days! We laughed about it for years, but at the time it was a nightmare.
Fast forward 35 years, to my worst ever holiday. On holiday in the Dordogne, my wife died in my arms.
it doesn't get worse than that.

 

[Invisible Man's Bandage]

Haha what a place. Went in 2007, my girlfriend at the time won a holiday there at work and decided to take me and her parents along. There was me thinking it was going to be 10 days of chilling around the villa pool doing fuck all but her Dad hired a car and decided he wanted to see the entirety of Southern Spain in little over a week. Proper Rag fucker did nowt bit bang on about how shit City were. By day 2 I'd found the resort cocaine dealer and was drinking 2 litre milk cartons full of local firewater. By day 5 nobody was talking to me, my girlfriend had dragged us to Mercia Zoo in 100 degree weather and being full of coke and wine collapsed at the birds of prey show and got took to hospital. By day 7 I was off my face at the Abba tribute night getting sucked off on the cricket pitch by some rich 50 year old woman with my relationship in absolute tatters. It was brilliant.

We got back. I packed my stuff and left. Thanks for the free holiday. For what it's worth I thought it was a great place. Nice little private beach down the cliff. Local drugs were great and the town over is like something out of a 60s Western with 50c beers.

£99, 4 days, Benidorm. Hell on Earth!!

Bummimg a bird from St Helens who was dressed as Jane from Tarzan was the only highlight of that god forsaken trip. Said bird was on our plane home and I watched her run and fling herself into her fellas arms at John Lennon still with my man juice keeping her shit warm.

Was also the trip I got to the airport out of my head, realised my suitcase was light as fuck, opened it and remembered I hadn't packed any of my stuff up. Remembered my passport and asthma spray.

Your posts have a Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas vibe going on.

Bluemoon's very own Hunter S Thompson.

 

[splinter]

My second worst ever holiday was my honeymoon in 1975! We'd booked a caravan on Anglesey, Red Wharf Bay, but a month before the wedding my car, a mark 2 Cortina, was nicked. My dad took us down there on the Sunday, but we were limited to close to the site, as public transport was very sketchy. Still, we had other things to keep us amused. ;-))
Then Sunday night I started with the shits! It must have been amusing for other holidaymakers to see the curtains of a newly wedded couple closing on a regular basis, but the reality was that the toilet was fitted in the broom cupboard, and I couldn't shut the door properly as my knees kept pushing it open, so closing the curtains was the only option.
I phoned my dad on Tuesday night to tell him of my plight, and Wednesday asked him to come and pick us up as I was really ill. Thursday saw me at the doctors, where I got some medication to slow it down, and I was fine by weekend. I'd lost half a stone in 4 days! We laughed about it for years, but at the time it was a nightmare.
Fast forward 35 years, to my worst ever holiday. On holiday in the Dordogne, my wife died in my arms.
it doesn't get worse than that.

Great story..first part , sorry for your loss blue