What’s your worst holiday experience, destination?

[oakiecokie]

Wow,my visit there was 1990,absolute weirdest gaff I think I'll ever visit,dancing bears,changing money on the street,and food was awful,just ate ham and egg and chips me for the whole stay.......2 bastard weeks as well !

Our daughter has her own house in Bulgaria, out in the sticks.
Our first time there and her and hubby took us out to their local pub.Being a good father and father in law as well as hubby I said I`d get the first round of drinks in.Was in early June and it was about 12,30 when we got there and sat outside in 80+ degrees.
Came to pay for the 3 large beers and an orange juice and I thought I`d misheard the girl who was serving us.
Didn`t half make a hole in my bloody pocket ... 4 fucking Levs, which about eight years ago was approx £1.99 !!!!
Seriously you could get pissed up on a tenner.

 

[meeesh]

Our daughter has her own house in Bulgaria, out in the sticks.
Our first time there and her and hubby took us out to their local pub.Being a good father and father in law as well as hubby I said I`d get the first round of drinks in.Was in early June and it was about 12,30 when we got there and sat outside in 80+ degrees.
Came to pay for the 3 large beers and an orange juice and I thought I`d misheard the girl who was serving us.
Didn`t half make a hole in my bloody pocket ... 4 fucking Levs, which about eight years ago was approx £1.99 !!!!
Seriously you could get pissed up on a tenner.

Oh for sure mate cheap as fuck when it came to drinks,although I was only 19 in 1990 and not a massive drinker by any stretch,but the beer was cheaper than pop,which is always a bonus,but the place itself back then…..weird as fuck

I mean I’m no animal activist or out like that but I do like animals a lot but dancing bears with rings through their noses wasn’t a site to behold,certainly nothing I’d ever witnessed before anyway.

 

[Dr Dweeb]

Jakarta Indon 1998. My plan was a few days in Jakarta then overland to Bali. Never happened, arrived in Jakarta a couple of days after major riots. I was verbally abused left right and center by locals on forays into town. The air was tension filled so sacked the Java overland part of the trip and flew to Bali after 3 tense days in the Capital.I had a good 3 weeks there. Full of Aussies though.

 

[RadcliffeRick]

The next door neighbour bagged a cheap holiday to Spain for 17 days in the early eighties and kept mithering us to join them. We were to travel by luxury coach to a quaint Spanish village called Callella De Pallafrugel (not to be confused with Callella from the Barca run) and we were to stay in a four man family frame tent with pool, clubhouse and entertainment.

The coach driver was like Sid James out of the Carry on films who's only function in life was to get inside the hostesses knickers by mid France. The hostess was flirting like a dirty dog on heat with her tits constantly spilling out over her noodle stained Sun Holiday's crop top.

We were right beside the toilet and the overpowering smell of stale turd and grunting noises from behind that wafer thin panel was horrendous. One old dear was inside the booth for at least half an hour and after she had done her ablution we had to breath through our mouths for at least twenty miles as her shit was that potant.

They said food was readily available but all they served us on our 25 hour journey to Spain was beef and tomato pot noodle.

When we got there we had to line up to get our blankets and mattresses which we had to then physically drag half a mile to the sites boundary like a scene reminiscent of Tenko. The tent was rough as toast and it stunk of piss and damp as it was end of season. It rained heavily that night and although it was weather proof the area around our tent had transformed into a quagmire of mud. I think we had about four days of good weather which raised moral greatly.

The other half said we should never have gone as the neighbour had previous form for penny pinching as she clearly picked the cheapest holiday she could find at end of season by coach and in a tent. The only way she could have got it any cheaper was if we'd traveled to Mons and stayed in a foxhole.

The second week they transferred us all up the road to a nice place called Estarat in a 1 star hotel as we were waterlogged. It was luxury .. proper luxury.

We've just had the holiday from hell!!

 

[Bigg Bigg Blue]

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

Count me in

 

[stonerblue]

Haha! Fucking loved a bit of magaluf as a teenager. Haven't been since I was 18 but remember being off my trolly watching the girls swimming naked in the big aquarium in bananas and wondering if life was ever going to get better.

It did..

Must admit i really enjoyed that day. Boozing in a little bar opposite some giant catapult thingy before spotting that a top dj (rampling or Park possibly) was on at bananas. It was so hot in there that the paint melted off the walls.

 

[crazyg]

I didn't like because of your post, just did it out of respect, really sad but an enduring post.

Thanks. As the thread title is about the worst holiday experience, they both stood out, but for obviously different reasons. The only "good" thing that came out of the honeymoon adventure is that the doctor gave me a sick note to cover the week, so I had an extra weeks holiday in the year.
For the second one, apart from my wife's death, it had been a really good holiday! As I said in an earlier post, merde happens and you've got to deal with it.

 

[crazyg]

Oh for sure mate cheap as fuck when it came to drinks,although I was only 19 in 1990 and not a massive drinker by any stretch,but the beer was cheaper than pop,which is always a bonus,but the place itself back then…..weird as fuck

I mean I’m no animal activist or out like that but I do like animals a lot but dancing bears with rings through their noses wasn’t a site to behold,certainly nothing I’d ever witnessed before anyway.

As an FOC, I immediately thought of this gem.

 

[MadchesterCity]

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.

Sorry for your loss

 

[Bill Walker]

Love Egypt and looking at going again in March/April.This will be our forth visit and love the place ... well apart from Cairo.

Is he the smelly bloke following you around demanding money ?