What’s your worst holiday experience, destination?

18-30 trip to Kavos with a big group of lads.10 hour delay on the way over, this was 25yrs ago so before any kind of payments applied to delays which were almost expected at that time. Shithole of a resort that stunk like an open sewer and it pissed down for nearly 2 weeks. Was Ok apart from being a dump with shit weather, mosquitos everywhere and overpriced bars playing only fools and horses constantly.
 
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Around 1980 as a kid camping at Padstow in Cornwall with my old man.

He'd bought a brand new 4 man frame tent for him and his lady friend and i had my own 2 manner to myself.
When we arrived at the site there'd been a mini heatwave the previous 2 or 3 weeks, and so an hour or so later of trying to put the tents up we've run out of pegs. The ground was that hard that all plastic pegs had shattered and most of the metal ones were mangled beyond use or recognition.
So off sets my old man into Padstow to get more pegs, and returns about 3 hours later after touring half of Cornwall trying to find a camping shop with any pegs left to sell.
Eventually found some in a pokey supermarket/shop in some village out in the sticks.

So we get the tents up but even then they've only got about a third the number of pegs they're supposed to have.
Then 2nd night we're there, the mother of all storms hits in the early hours. 6-7 hours of torrential rain and gale force winds.
I wake up to what sounds like my tent taking off and also a river of water running through my tent. Spend next 3 hours hanging onto my tent wondering if i'm gonna end up like Dorothy in Wizard of Oz or get swept away through the campsite on my air bed.

Eventually by morning its eased off, and i get up to what looks something like an American disaster movie, with tents and equipment strewn across about 5 fields, families kipping in their cars etc
We'd got off pretty lucky. On one half of the site the septic tanks fed by the site bogs and shower block had over flowed and people there literally had rivers of shit and piss etc running through of past their tents.

Spend all the next day drying off and getting sorted, but then that night the epidemic hits.
Half the campsite fall ill with either the shits or vomiting. There's a constant queue of 20-25 people for both the bogs and the showers. By this time my old man has had enough, so everything gets bundled into the car, and we fuck off to another site in Perranporth for the rest of the holiday.

Weirdly the other thing that sticks in my head is a certain song. The ice cream van that was a permanent fixture on the campsite always had the radio on, but one song always seemed to be playing. That song was 'Japanese Boy' by Aneka.
Still reckon if i heard that song again today i'd get PTSD flashbacks.
 
Nick_1985 said:
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.
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Bloody hell....you sir have lived a life.
 
Agadir. Everytime I walked out of the hotel complex it was like the pied piper surrounded by beggars. My girlfriend at the time was getting seriously harassed. Also nearly ended up in a fight with a seller over a fake Rolex after I offered a fiver and he wanted 300 quid. The hotel wasn't much better, kids were crapping in the pool every hour and it was like a scene out of the Inbetweeners movie.
 
Dominican Republic: saw a villa on a private estate in a place called Sosua and, without doing due diligence, booked it then booked flights with Thomson on the Dreamliner. Flight out was superb, arrived to find we'd been 'upgraded' to a different villa which was on the far end of the complex, no shade whatsoever, not even a brolly, and a frigging hike to the entrance. Initially I was a bit concerned at the armed guard posted across from the house but, by day two, it was a positive and I spent the next two weeks keeping him onside with drinks and food just in case. First trip into the town was an eye opener, Sosua is very popular with German gentlemen of a certain age who visit regularly to reconnect with the towns young ladies and the whole place had a seedy feel to it. At the end of the fortnight we weren't sorry to be coming home. Unfortunately, when we got to the airport our flight was delayed, turned out some twat in Sweden had driven his wagon into our plane and taken our 'Dreamliner' out of commission. Ended up stuck on a row of four, on a standard plane, next to a fat bloke who I reckon had been sampling the local delicacies being thrown about in the turbulence. Never felt the urge to return!
 
Lanzarote. A last minute booking, and it was shite. All Irish/Linekers sports bars in the town. (Puerto del Carmen)
We went on a trip to get out of it for a while to Timanfya .... what we would call in the UK a quarry.
And black sand? Just wrong .... I wouldn't return for free.
 
MCFCTrick said:
Lanzarote. A last minute booking, and it was shite. All Irish/Linekers sports bars in the town. (Puerto del Carmen)
We went on a trip to get out of it for a while to Timanfya .... what we would call in the UK a quarry.
And black sand? Just wrong .... I wouldn't return for free.
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Sounds like the perfect euro away day. I know PDC very well the old town is full of Irish bars, and Irish people to go with with it.
Some fantastic restaurants on the front tho
All being well will be there for Christmas and new year put back from last year
 
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