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| My bad vacation happened last summer in north carolina, to start with I was waiting in the wrong line for my flight so I missed my flight and had to wait at the airport for 2 hours for the next flight to north carolina. Then when I got to north carolina I landed in the wrong airport and so my brother who was supposed to be picking me up was about and hour in the wrong direction so I ended up catching a cab to his house which cost me $60. So finally I was there and I am unpacking my things when I realize one of my bags isnt with me, I call down to my brother and asked if he had seen it he said no, once again things were going wrong, my bag must have been at the airport so I call the airport and ask if they have seen anything but they say that there have not been any reported but if it turns up they will call me.. Later on that night my brother and I are out fishing and of course I slip into the water getting the only pair of shoes I have wet and my brother isnt a big fashion guy so the only other pair of shoes he has is these corny looking cowboy boots.. Let me tell you it isnt easy to pick up girls with a pair of white kaki shorts on and a striped 3 button shirt with some brown cowboy boots ohh yea real attractive.. So finally I get to get some rest and it feels so great until sunrise at about 6:30 because it turns out that the neighbor has a bunch of roosters for cock fights which they apparently like to go off like a million screaming kids as soon as that light comes up over the horizon, well I was up and I have had about 6 hours of sleep I never thought things would get better but they did, I had 2 days left of vacation and I was going to enjoy them even if it was with those boots on. So the next 2 days pass and still no word on where my bag is but its time to get heading home Well a few hours later I end up back at my apartment and I couldnt be happier, besides my one bag I left I had made it back home with everything I went there with, and what do you know the next morning my brother calls and said that the airport just dropped a bag off that fit the description of the one I lost. Man what a vacation, that encouraged me to never travel more than 75 miles from my house - Josh |
| My spring break 2003 started out halfway normal. Now by halfway I mean that we had 2 dead cars trying to keep us trapped in Craig, a father going crazy trying to get a rental vehicle so that we could drive to Denver, and me missing three days of school (which I didn’t mind too much). We got in the car (a 4-wheel drive SUV) and began our supposed journey to DIA, so we could fly to Florida for a luxurious vacation in a Cruise ship, and a few days at Disney World. The skies as we left were clear and crisp but soon turned a steely gray and began dumping snow. Our drive was quite uneventful up until we turned onto Interstate I-70, eastbound for Denver International Airport. As we neared the Eisenhower Tunnel we were making excellent time, and would have probably have been in our hotel by 6:00 free and clear, right? WRONG!! We were hit with what was later termed "The Hundred Year Storm" or "The Blizzard of the Century." As soon as we exited the tunnel, icy roads and gale-force winds slowed our progress. Bumps along the road, formed by large semi trucks with chains, created a washboard for cars to drive on. Most of the time, no one was able to go over 25 mph for fear of loosing control, and going careening off into a ditch. I was so glad my father had experience driving in these conditions. After passing Georgetown, and noticing that one side of the interstate was deserted, we knew there was something wrong. A minor avalanche had fallen on the road, stopping traffic until it could be cleared. We prayed that nothing as unfortunate would happen to our side of the interstate. That’s when it hit! Trucks started slipping sideways on the road, sometimes taking small cars along with them. All traffic came to a total and complete standstill. Take it from me, sitting in a car for 6 hours and getting nowhere really isn’t the greatest thing in the world to do. People began to get restless, and they kept jumping out of their cars, talking to the other drivers, walking through cracks in the seemingly endless walls of solid traffic, having snowball fights over the roofs of cars, even making the occasional snow angel in the abundant snowdrifts on the side of the road. I, having a diabetic mother, who occasionally has a problem with a weak bladder, ended up having to stand guard as she took advantage of us being in the outside lane of the road, and sat on the edge of the car, in the process getting mud all over her butt. As we inched up the two remaining hills into Denver, mom and dad gabbed with other drivers or with each other while listening constantly to the radio for reports of what was happening, and I turned on my CD player and dived into one of my favorite groups, Good Charlotte. Hours later, when we finally broke free of traffic and started heading into Denver the roadway was virtually deserted. As we drove towards DIA and our hotel, we discovered that the parking lots and roads were drifted in, and there was no possible way to get a car in. Our hotel had been snowed in. All the roads were blown over with 3-foot deep snow. We decided the only way to get in was walk. We grabbed what we needed for the night, bundled up nice and warm, with towels that were destined for use on the sunny beaches of the Bahamas wrapped around our heads, and trekked through the freezing winds and snow to our hotel. When we finally did arrive, the guy at the front desk almost fainted from shock at our actually getting there. When we got in our room, we started making phone calls to my brother at home, and my frantic Grandmother, whom I feared would give her self a heart attack from worry, to assure them that we were ok. We also called the airlines and found out that due to the closure of the airport, and the 4 feet on snow burying the runways, our flight had been cancelled. We tried to re-book a flight for Thursday when the airport should re-open. Chapter 2 "Stranded": So, there I was, sitting in the hotel, being bored, and listening to "Without Me" by Eminem in one ear, and weather reports mixed with the occasional road closure report out of the other, and I decided that there is something wrong with this situation. No phones, due to all the phones line crashing shortly after we made all our phone calls, no way out of the hotel because we were extremely snowed in, no food. It is a total nightmare or we were in a Gilligan’s Island re-run. DIA was still closed. For those of you who didn’t hear about the closures, or live too far away from Colorado to care, I’ll spell it out for you. More than 4000 people had been stranded in DIA due to flight cancellations. One of the circus-tent like peaks of the main terminal ripped, almost collapsed because of the extreme amount of weight that the snow is putting on the structure. All the passengers were moved onto the concourses where they would be safe in case of collapse. Meanwhile, the architect who designed the terminal was contacted so that he could assess the damage and see if it was safe or not. At least while the passengers wait in the concourses there will be food available to them and they were able to get some sleep, because it may be another day until help comes. Chapter 3 "To eat, or not to eat": We woke on Wednesday morning to find everything have been whitewashed by ice and snow. Six-foot drifts were everywhere. Cars became no more than lumps of snow in the streets and in parking lots. Reports confirmed that is had not snowed so much in such a short time period since 1913. Because we could not get our car into the parking lot of the hotel the previous night, it was not totally covered with snow, Daddy decided to see if he could get our car out, and if so, he volunteered to go get some food for people in the hotel, if one of the employees would go with him. Any sane person would be thinking " Ok, we will go get some bread, lunch meat and cheese, and make sandwiches for everyone, right?" Wrong again. It’s just not quite that simple. The hotel managers had a different idea. They started taking individual orders from each room!! There we were, stuck with about 50 different orders. My father, a hotel manager named Simon, and a fellow stranded traveler named Jenny and I loaded up into our rented Chevy Blazer and started off. There were some rough spots on the road to the King Soopers that was our destination, so we got bumped around a lot. When we arrived at the store, it was a mad house!! The store, the only one open in miles, was packed full of frantic shoppers trying to get food in case they got snowed in again, or in case the stores had to be closed because the war with Iraq was imminent. We went inside, grabbed a cart, divided the lists of things we needed, and took off, racing through the isles, checking off out lists, trying to get what we needed at the lowest prices for the hotel guests. Some items were either in horribly short supply, or completely sold out. We waited in line for about 40 minutes just to get up to the check out stand, and another 45 minutes to an hour getting things checked out, because we had to do each order separately so that we could get everyone a receipt and their correct change back. Because many people’s lists called for deli chicken dinners, I ordered 6 six-piece chicken dinners, and had to wait almost an hour for all of them to get fully cooked. Luckily, during my wait, I was able to purchase pre-made jello cubes from the deli for some personal snacking. When we finally arrived back at the hotel, more than 3 hours after we left that morning, we had to distribute the food to its owners and make sure they got to correct change. That took some time, but at least we were rewarded for our efforts. The guests took up a collection, and all four "Super Shoppers" received a $10 thank you tip. Chapter 4 "Now boarding flight 000 to Nowhere, USA": Thursday morning we woke to find that the weather had cleared out, and they were going to open the airport, with the first flights leaving after 10 am. We packed up, and decided that since the phone lines in the hotel were still down, we would just head out to airport, and hope for a miracle. When we arrived at the airport, what we saw was total chaos, a complete zoo of people trying to get their tickets checked, their luggage through the ports, and themselves past the security checkpoint. The lines for some of the different airlines were literally half a mile long, snaking along to allow for other lines to intersect. I was stationed in one of the endless lines while my parents took advantage of the payphones to try and get our travel arrangements straightened out, and make sure out flight for that morning was still ok. After waiting in line for that seemed like an eternity, Daddy pulled me out of the line, and gave me some bad news. The flight we had re-booked for 11:20 had been screwed up due to a computer error at the main place, wherever it is, and instead of all three of us going to Detroit and catching a connecting flight to Orlando, only one of us was booked at all, and only as far as Detroit, with no connecting flight to Orlando. This news was the final kicker. We gave up our dream and accepted that we just we not meant to go to Florida for one reason or another, and for a while, it seemed that we were not supposed to go home either. I-70 from Denver to Silverthorne was still closed due to avalanches and might remain that way for a few more days. Our alternate route through Laramie and across Wyoming on I-80, getting off at Crescent Junction was also closed, blocking our other route of escape. So we stayed in another a hotel somewhere in the suburbs of Denver. At least this hotel had a pool and hot tub, which helped all of us relax for a little while. We also did a little shopping at a K-mart right next to the hotel, which was going out of business. I ended up getting a couple cool things including a mini black light and some PJ pants with Spongebob on them. Early Friday morning, the first news of the day said that I-70 west was open under fair skies, and we were free to head back to Craig. I personally would have liked to stay over in Denver for a few days, but the parents though it was best to go back before we got dumped on again. Another storm was brewing, due to come in the next week at the very time we would have returned to Denver At least I convinced them to let me go visit the Museum of Science and Natural History in Denver before we left. That place is so awesome. So ended my spring break. It wasn’t as great as we had hoped, because instead of basking in the sun in Florida, we got stuck in an endless winter in Colorado. We thought about going again near Thanksgiving, but my parents ended up opting to go in January without taking me, but I had to finish high school. - Alayna J |
| My
name is Matt Channing. To abuse an old phrase, "If I didn't have bad
luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all." So anyway, my bad vacation.
When I was 15 my best friend and I went to the Florida Keys for my our spring
break with my parents. We were going to learn to scuba-dive and go parasailing
and whatnot. When we got to our hotel, the name of which evades me currently,
we wanted to shower, but we had no hot water. So we decided to go to the pool, which was not a bad idea, except that I was on a medication called tetracycline (I'm not sure of the spelling) for my acne. The problem was, I didn't put on any sun screen because, being a Floridian, I normally don't burn too bad. However, my medication was, unknown to me, making my skin nearly four times more sensitive to the sun. so needless to say, I looked like a lobster for about 2 weeks.Now, we have all had horrible sun burns I think, so I won't waste any more time there. That night we went to quaint restaurant off Caroline street in Key West. I ordered an entree of Chicken Marsala, which is my favorite dish. Well, the chef didn't quite cook my chicken all the way, so I ended up with food poisoning and was sick till almost four the next morning. This is only the second day of a nine day spring break. The next morning Greg and I went to learn to scuba-dive. In the afternoon we went a couple miles off shore to actually dive. Let me say that my vision is awful, my prescriptions for contacts are -7.0 and -6.75. We had to do a mask-clearing technique at about 35 feet. The technique was simple, fill your mask with water, lean back, and exhale hard while holding the top of the mask, no problem. So I filled my mask, and some wonderful salt water got into my eyes, stinging my eyes, and knocking out my contacts. So now im in deep trouble, so I panic. I swim up to the top of the water because I am choking due to this wonderful wet surprise. At about 3 feet of water there was a coral shelf, I sat on it to compose myself. Our instructor, Dave, came up to berate me on ascending "so darn fast and panicky-like" as he put it. After that was done, he informed me I was sitting on some fire coral, in just a small ½ body wetsuit. So now I am sunburned all over, and coral-burned on my legs; great trip so far. As Greg and I are getting in my parent's car to go to dinner that night, my oh so attentive father managed to back up onto my left foot. After a couple of hours getting x-rays we discovered that I had a small bone bruise, and nothing was broken. Needless to say that killed my appetite, and I didn't eat dinner. Day four was great, we went parasailing and I got about 20 great pictures from high up in the parasail. I was ecstatic, so happy in-fact, that I dropped my camera into the ocean, never to be seen again. So, on day five we just watched some movies, and the sixth day was just a lazy day of getting stung by about three jellyfish while exploring some mangroves. After day five my parents decided to go back to Orlando. My Vacation recap: one horrible sunburn, one painful coral burn, a couple jellyfish stings, food poisoning, and no hot water. This really was the WORST vacation ever - Matt |
| This summer my dad got back from war in Iraq and for celebration we went to Outer Banks, North Carolina. We had been there for two hours and I went out into the surf and got pulverized by a wave, and broke the two big bones in my leg. I was rushed into the emergency room and I was given tons of x-rays and the doctor came out and told my mother that I had broken my tibia and fibia!!! And for the rest of vacation I sleept and laid on the couch!!! I had a cast up to my hip!! - Anonymous |
| A couple of years ago, my Mom, Brother, and I went to Minneapolis for a vaction. Anyways a few days after we got there it was a horrible nightmare. First we got lost trying to find our way back to the hotel. Then we were at a stoplight and it turned green, so we were going across and this car that had a red light hit us in the front bumper. It was a hit N' Run. Then we went to the cops and they could not do anything about it. Then it started hailing, they were the size of baseballs. One of them cracked our front window. Then it started flooding we could barley drive the car, and our bumper kept falling for. Then our bumper got stuck under our car. We were trying to get it out and then finally some guy came and helped us. Then my mom went down a one way. The WRONG WAY! and we almost got hit again,and while all this is happening there was a hail storm and it was flooding. It was a night mare - Vicki Jones |
| I went to a camp reunion. On the ride there, I went with a counselor I had known for some time. She got into a car accident. My first car accident EVER. 5 miles later, I threw up 7 times. I chipped my molar in half, while eating a 4 year-old stale chip which was in her back seat. It cost me $2,000 to get it fixed. A camper in the front seat wouldn't shut up, so I threw my throw up at her and it landed on my counselor who was driving. We had to make an hour stop to clean the car. We picked up 3 people whose car wouldn't work so that we could drive them up to the hotel with us. It was cramped and uncomfortable. It was supposed to be a 5 star hotel. We ended up in a 0 star motel with the worst food on the face of the planet. I stayed in bed the whole time. There was no water. I couldn't shower or wash my hands or go to the bathroom or brush my teeth. There were mice and cockroaches crawling up the walls. Later that night, we spoke to a head counselor who had told us that prostitutes and drug dealers used to live in that motel. We had to sleep on beds that smelled like piss and were really dented. I brought my brand-new laptop with me so I could get some work done and one of my best friends in the bunk "accidentally" threw my bag out the window, which had my laptop in it. It doesn't even properly function and it came with no warranty. That's $1,300 down the drain. After that whole thing lasted for 4 days, they expected me to pay $300 for it. What else could I do but pay? They wouldn't leave me alone. Not only this, but it was finals week and everyone convinced me to go because "it would be fun" and they also said "don't worry, you'll get a lot of studying done because it'll be quiet". I ended up not studing a second and those were the first three classes that I EVER failed. Life is fun, ain't it? - Zhanna |
| Ok let me start off by informing you, I am the oldest child... My name is Jamie and I am 18 years old. My younger brother on the other hand is only 8.. Last summer my mom, dad, brother and I all went to LBI, like we do every year. Long Beach Island is usually not for teens, its mainly for families and adults in my opinion.. With that being said, I usually fight and complain A LOT about going down the shore with my little family.. There were going to be a lot of parties that I wouldn't be attending because of our "family vacation". Five nights and 6 days of just pure torture in my eyes. So the whole 3 hour car ride I complained and criticized everything and everyone.. I already knew this was going to be the vacation from hell.. My little brother loved that I was in such a bad mood, and of course annoyed me more than he possible could.. When we finally arrived to the house we were renting it seemed as if the other tenants decided not to leave yet... Weird? I thought so... So we have to then drive to the realtor and argue with them.. I thought we might be headed home, but with my luck we didn't... We got the house and by this point it was getting dark... Damn now I can't even hit up the beach as planned, actually the only thing I was looking forward to doing this week was work on my tan. Ok, so day 2.... I wake up, pretty late, and no one is even home.. I'm expecting a nice breakfast with the family (my dads a really good cook).. So about an hour later my mom comes in the door and is just bullshitting with me, talking about the breakfast they just went and got blah blah "oh i wish you would have woken up Jamie, it was by far the best breakfast ever" Thanks mom, i appreciate it... Half hour later my dad comes in "Jamie I got a surprise for u", now in my mind he brought me home food, I still had not ate just incase for this very reason... But no, here comes running in this girl from Highschool... Honestly, I could not hate this girl more, she is one of those annoying older girls who just talks and talks and is just so stupid i can't even explain.. But yea, she is the suprise, awesome.. And guess where she is staying, right below us, what are the odds? So now I have to put on a fake smile, cause seriously I can't be mean to her, shes so excited and i am sooo not... Ok so she leaves FINALLY, with my cell phone number and everything... Of couse... Now Im about to go put my bathing suit on, wait, now its raining, actually really hard too... It rained for about the next 3 days, NO JOKE... I have never been down the shore where it rained 3 days in a row, that's impossible, well at least I thought.. So of course instead of going to the beach down the block for 3 days, i must hang out with the girl from highschool, o goddd not what i want to do... To top it off, my friends decided they wanted to go down the shore as well, I invite them all to stay in my house, but that isn't good for them, they don't want any parents on their vacation, so of course they end up in seaside heights... I got numerous phone calls to come visit them, but my parents were not having that! "This is a family trip jamie, u can see ur friends anytime". So the next 2 days I spent on the beach getting buried in the sand by my annoying little brother when I am sleeping, and having seagulls take my food right out of my hand while im eating... The last day was alrite I guess, only because I knew that was the day we were heading home.. Awesome, finally i thought.. We pack all of our things, get in the car, and head home... Opps, as we are about an hour away my mom and I both realize we forgot our cell phones and chargers in our rooms... Damn now we have to go back to the dreadful house, and of course that girl is still there, trying to talk to me more and more, but we get the cells and leave.. On the highway WE GET INTO AN ACCIDENT, it wasn't our fault, but still... What the hell... So now we have to wait on the side of the road for a cop to come and tow the car and bring us wherever he can... About 4 hours out of our way later, we finally get home... And that was the best, i mean worst, vacation of my life so far. - Anonymous |
| I have had one bad Vacation! I went to England with the rest of my family and it was going EXCELLENT at first then it went EXTREMELY BAD. It went bad because we went to Paris and we were staying at a caravan park and at I think it was 3:30 am in the morning and I went to go to the toilet. So I went I walked out the door and tripped over a bike rack and smashed al my top teeth and there still getting fixed today and this was at least 3 yrs ago. Yeah and its costing HEAPS!!!! Yeah well that's my bad vacation thanks again and Cya. - Ashley |
| A few years ago, my family took me to Galtinburg Tn. to go to Dollywood. We were all so excited. I was only about 7 years old and was small enough to ride the kitty rides. BORING! So anyways, when the ride was over, i got off. I forgot my mom went to get us some lunch and my grandmother would be waiting for me at the exit. Well, i got off at the entrance. It was so confusing because my family was not at the place they were before I got on the ride. I got scared so I got back on the ride hoping to see them somewhere below us. When it was over the second time, I immediately started crying. I ran and followed these people I had seen on the ride and asked them if they had seen the people I was with. They looked at me like I was some kind of freak and said to go away. Dollywood attracts more than 8 thousand people a day. I saw these two elderly women sitting there and they said to sit with them until I calmed down and they would help me. Finally, i saw my mom and family standing there panicing and crying. I ran as fast as I could and they picked me up and calmed me down. It was so terrifying. - Anonymous |
| Two years ago I went to the beach with my friend, her family, and mine. On the way there, we were in her moms van, it was cool all the way, we were watching a movie. When we got there we went to swim, at the beach.We were at Folly Beach. We swam by the dock. We were about 20 feet away in like 5 seconds we were two feet away!!! Emily, my friend, and her brother, Miles were being pushed by the waves to the dock.they were holding on to my hand and the water made them let go. I was to strong to be swiped away to the dock. They were pushed to the dock. They were holding on to the dock. Emily was holding on to tight. A guy came to get Emily and a lady came to get Miles. I was screaming "someone help my friends please." We had to wait for about 30 minutes for an ambulance to come and I was crying. When the ambulance came some people helped us put our stuff in the van. My mom had to drive the van when we were done. She stunk!! We had to follow the ambulance to the hospital. Someone had to stop to turn that was in front of us. We lost the ambulance and it did not have its sirens on. We were lost because my mom did not know where the hospital was. I recognized the numbers on the ambulance. When we got there we had to wait until like 8:00. On the way home we watched another movie. There was scratches all over her!!! The worst one was on her leg and she still has it!!! It was the last week of school and she wasn't there, it hurt to much. There was a talent show. This boy named Bishop, who Emily liked, was dancing weird during my turn. After my turn Mrs. Carson said since he liked it so much he should dance to the song. He got up there and when I was putting the CD in he said please don't make me do this and I said you have to. I told Emily and she almost died of laughter. - Alyssa |
| For spring break we went down to orange beach alabama. we had to drive down in my moms smelly white van. so it was my mom,my brother,my grandpa, and i. my brother got car sick and threw up on me and we stoped at a rest stop to clean me up but it didnt eleminate the awful smell.so we had to drive in the car for two days with me full of orange barf. i woke up becuase i heard some honking and my grandpa had fallen asleep while he was driving!!! cars were honking at us everywhere.we woke him up and my mom decided she would drive the rest of the way. once we pulled into are condo we thought we were safe but then it was'nt sunny like it was sposed to be i was so bummed so we decided we'd spend the day in our room i decided i would read in our small bedroom that had 3 bed in it but the room was as big as a bathroom!!so i went to the balchany to read instead there i saw a pelcan swoop down and bite me on the arm!!! i was so mad so my mom decided to take us to the indoor pool. we went to the indoor pool and i stepped into the hot tub and noticed it was really really hot i thought i would get used to it but once i got out i was as red as a beat!! for the rest of the trip i looked like i was painted bright red. the next day we went to the souviener shop and i found this cute little hermit crab my brother got one and i got one.later on in the week we went to the beach becuase for the first time it was sunny!! and it was our last day there too, darn anyways we packed up and went on our way with our hermit crabs later on in the night my brother was screaming!!! my brothers hermit crab had gotten out of his cage and and pinched my brother and my brother couldnt get him off once we gott it off we were safe at home iv'e never been happier to be home. - Anonymous |
| So I took this trip to North Carolina to see my friend. It was my first time going away from home alone, and to start out I had to ride a Greyhound bus for 12 hours with no one to talk to. As if that wasnt bad enough, the bus driver referred to me as "that little girl" because I resemble a 12-year-old, drawing that much more attention to myself being alone. When I arrived in Richmond, where I was to be picked up, I discovered that my friend hadn't arrived yet. So I went and stood in a little restaurant inside the bus terminal to wait. After about a half hour I started to get really scared because people would stumble by me and say weird things to me. Although I tried not to, I started to cry and yet again make myself more noticeable. I ended up sitting there crying for 2 hours. I was 7 hours from home and 5 hours from the place I was supposed to be going. It wouldn't have been so bad if my friend had a cell phone that I could've contacted her with, but I didn't know where she was, why she was late, or if she was even going to show up at all. It also would've helped if it was daylight out, but it was a quarter to midnight before she got to the terminal. When she finally showed up, she explained that the reason she was late was because the car had nearly run out of gas and her and her boyfriend had to plea with gas station attendants to let them pay for gas on the way back down to North Carolina. - Kari |
| When my son was 2 years old we decided to take him camping along with four of our good friends. We went to Kenzu Dam area in Penn. Kenzu State Park is quit isolated from the surrounding towns. We took two cars. On the way to the nearest town our friends car was low on gas. Since he only had a charge card to purchase with, we ended up having to go to New York to find a station that would accept it. On the way back it broke down. We were able to start back up and managed to camp for the night. The ladies along with my son and I took my car into town to explore the small shops. On the way back, our car broke down. It was before cell phones, so we had to call the park service to go and find the men back at our camp. It took 2 and a half hours. The next day we were on our way to see about the car, and once again the other one coked out. After getting it going again, the garage with our car told us that our car would not be fixed til monday. Returning to camp, the other car stopped running for about a forty minute rest than went on its way. Now the others had to be at work on monday, so sunday they had no choice but to load up for home. This left me, my husband and our 2 year old stranded at least 20 miles from the town that had our car. Beingsunday also meant that all the other campers were on their way out too. All though it was hard on our friends to leave us stranded, they really had no choice, so they loaded up, and as we were saying goodbyes it began to rain as hard as ever. Of course all we could do is wait inside our very small tent with our very wound up son. It was only 5pm and of course it rained and stormed all night. Monday morning came and my husband hitched into town (walking most of the way), got our car returned. Quickly we loaded up and were on our way home when pop, bump, bump, bump...we had a blow out on the back tire. The rest of the trip home went smooth. After we got back we called out friends only to find the 5 hour trip took them 10 because the car kept stopping to rest. It really was a trip to remember. It didn't go as planned, but the humor we found in our situation was priceless. - Sandra |
| Helping a friend move from Sacramento to L.A. It started three days before we left for out destination. My friends were packing up there stuff in rented U-Haul vans, this would not have normally been a problem, but the people moving in out of the blue showed up as we were packing, talk about hectic in a cul-de-sac. They then got mad at us for still being at the house saying that the realtor said they were going to be able to get in two days early. After that hassle was taken care of we headed out with 3 U-Hauls, 1 4 Runner, and 2 1991 Toyota Camry's (my friend and her sister's cars). The two older cars had been serviced before we left. We drove and drove - following the big U-Hauls and taking forever and then heck broke lose. One of the Camry's started overheating while pulled over at a rest stop. We got some more water in it and then continued on, but being a teenage girl not wanting the heater on and the windows down in a 100 degree weather - she turns the air on - and she decided it would be a good idea to play hide and seek with the thermometer gage. We finally made it to the grape vine - and it got really bad. She decided to let another person drive, starting to go up - and it red lined! We, the caravan pulled over and thought about what to do, It was only about 100 miles to go to get to our location in L.A. After siting in the hot dry windy dirt - I thought - I have free towing, lets see if this will work! It did, hurray, our totally long trip would soon be over - yeah right! It took a few hours for the tow truck to get there, and then they towed it to a town in L.A. Our total time to get from Sacramento to L.A., a mear 15 hours - which should have only taken about 7-8 hours. Even with this, our trip was not over , we found out that the people in the house they had purchased had not even moved a thing, they didn't know when they were supposed to be out .... ha, and we had 3 U-Hauls of stuff. That was a blast, thankfully we were able to find 3 storage containers to put the stuff in, and we had a few days before we would be able to get in. So Disneyland here we come, I do have to say after all that Disneyland was a good vacation away from the vacation. But just imagine having to stay in someone else's house on the floor and then having to go to those storage containers and move it all with 2 beat up pick up trucks. - Sena |
| I am currently 24 years old. Two years ago, while I was still in school, I busted my bum working full-time. I had two girlfriends. My highschool sweetheart of 9 years and my college girlfriend of 5 years. Believe it or not, I loved both of them and would do anything for them. It was simple for me to pull this off because my highschool sweetheart was going to school in Pennsylvania which was an hour commute from my school in New Jersey. I had it easy because on weekends, which wasn't highly demanding of me, I could visit my highschool sweetheart whenever I wanted. She was obviously understanding, loving, and infatuated with me after all these years. Being the typical female hunting male, I had met a beautiful and interesting girl at college that first started as my cuddle buddy, but then got serious. I had two separate cell phones that I used and my college girlfriend believed that on weekends I had to go home to help with the family business. I had been very good at working this game because I have been doing it for years. There wasn't a trace of them ever getting to know one another. I thought the hard part was going to be when I finished school, but boy was I in for a surprise. I worked enough to save money to take two vacations, one with each girlfriend. Sometimes I would take three, hanging with the boys. A couple summers ago, I had gone on vacation with both of my girls, one in Hawaii and the other was a cruise to the Dominican. I was flawless, and now ready to finish my summer by going to Myrtle Beach with the boys. The first couple days went by and it was awesome. I was having a blast! The second to last day I found out that my college girlfriend was going to be going to Myrtle Beach with some girlfriends from college. I then thought this would be pretty cool. On my last night in Myrtle Beach, which is undoubtedly going to be the biggest party night with my boys, i thought it would be great to see my college girlfriend and her friends from school. Everything went as planned and she arrived with her friends and I told her where to meet us and she was going to spend the last night with me. When I had been talking to my highschool sweetheart all during the week, she had mentioned that she was going away with her cousin, but never I never payed attention to where she was actually going. I told my highschool sweetheart all along, I was going to be in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. I didnt want to tell her I was going to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina because I knew she had family there I had never met and I didn't want her to send anybody to spy on me! (It's sometimes nerve wrecking with the thought I could be caught.) Now another important detail to the story you should know is that her cousin that lives in Myrtle Beach also went to my school. I have heard about her, never met her, and thought I would never have to meet her until our wedding day. According to my highschool sweetheart, her cousin was a geek! On the horrifying night, my highschool sweetheart showed up with two of her best friends, who were friends with my highschool sweetheart, who invited my highschool sweetheart as well. I was caught, my face turned beat red, I ran to the bathroom and started puking (I think I vomitted my heart up) for I was so scared. Both of my girlfriends came running to the door and I was revealed. My highschool girlfriends cousin happened to be another girl I had a one night stand with, til this day I dont know if that was revealed as well. But now I am still in love with both of them, and I don't talk to them. I have another girlfriend, but she is nothing like either of the two relationships I once cherished so well. I knew that one day I would have to get rid of one of them, but I never thought that I would lose both of them the same time. That night I had lost everyone. To spite me, both of my girlfriends ended up sleeping with one of my close frat brothers and one of my closest friends from home. If your really interested I can give you a more detailed story as to what went on and how I lost the four most important friends of my life (my two girlfriends, best friend from college, and best friend from home). Til this day I am still friends with my two guy friends and we laugh about the whole thing. I got over it, but why won't wither of the two girls come back to me? But then again after telling this story over, I realize even more about how much of an ass I made of myself. I did learn a valuable lesson from this! Next time I go on vacation with the boys- A- I don't meet up with my girlfriend and -B- I keep my girlfriends away from my boys! I hope you enjoyed my experience, because I am kicking myself in the ass for it now! - Halves |
| Several years ago, me and a friend went camping. She invited her boyfriend and invited another guy for me. This guy, lets call him "Jason", did not pack anything for camping and he expected to sleep in my tent. I had never met this guy before. We decided to go for a boat ride after setting up camp. We got out on the boat and started taking on water. We finally got back to shore with about a foot and a half of water in the boat, and this is not a big boat. My friends boyfriend started to cook on the grill. This guy," Jason", decided to start drinking and smoking pot IN MY TENT!! These are things that I did not do. He starts walking around outside and knocked over the grill with all the food on it and set the campsite on fire. We put it out as fast as we could. Then,he comes into my tent, he trys to put the moves on me, if you know what I mean, so I kicked him out and he had to sleep outside, under the stars. The next morning, we all woke up to find he was gone. I can't tell you how excited I was. Aparently, he decided to go for an early morning swim. I saw him returning to the campsite and started to pack up my things. My friend asked me where I was going and I told her I was going home. She asked me if I would give this guy a ride back to the city. I told her no he needed to find another way home and why couldn't she give him a ride.He gave me his number though before I left! (IDIOT) - Laura |
| Don't know if this qualifies... due to the fact that it was my Honeymoon! but here goes...My husband ( now my X, go figure ) drive to a beautiful romantic little town after a small wedding ceremony to enjoy a romantic weekend. Upon our arrival he starts to have a few too many, too fast cocktails. I politely suggest that he slow down and please pace hisself or our wedding night is NOT going to go as I had planned. This would be the perfect time to mention that I had gone to great attention to detail not to mention added expense to have the perfect honeymoon night with him. I had purchased those high heel shoes with the fluffy feather thing on the toe, a matching nighty that was to die for, had flowers ordered to our room as a suprise and the people were to leave candles all over the room and a really good bottle of wine on ice, which they did. Anyway, not paying any attention to my comment about the drinking... He was pretty obnoxious when we left the bar to go to our dinner reservation. Upon our arrival he had even more to drink , offended the waiter, something you should never do, and ordered a Bloody steak that came as raw as raw could be. After he ate it I finally got him back to the room. All was not going well as you can imagine and he passed out while I was in the bathroom changing into my most sexiest outfit. It gets worse... In the middle of the night I awoke to this sound. A sound I'd never quite heard before. I'll never forget it I promise you... I awoke to hearing him heave as if to throw up. It was right in my ear and unmistakable. Before I could even get moved, he had vommitted all of that raw steak right in my face. I thought he would never stop. It just kept coming and coming till our bed and me were covered in puke. The most disgusting smelling puke I'd ever encountered. I got a shower and got in my car and went back home, the honey moon was over! This is a true story, unfortunatly. The marriage was no better and thankfully is over. - Lynn |
| My bad vacation was when we went down to taupo in new Zealand. The batch we own was on a huge farm. It was raining. It was muddy. Car got stuck. Police came accusing us of stealing the car, and then farmers came out throwing stones at us, horriable when all was cleared . The farmers were sued and we won all their land. What a fab day. - Sarah |
| Going to Italy in July 2004 was the worst vacation ever! It was a trip with my steady boyfriend, John. First, the airplane ride. We went in first class, since it was a special trip. John and I sat next to a sleeping guy, figuring he wouldn't bother us much, and we could get some privacy. Little did we know he snored extremely loud, and was a salesman for Ford. When he woke up we introduced ourselves and talked a little, and then he asked us all these questions about our car. He ended up forcing us to buy one from him, and I couldn't stop him at all! Soon, the ride was over and we found our hotel and made plans for the next day. Unfortunately John and I disagreed on what to do that day so we decided to do our own thing. When I'm heading back for the hotel after sightseeing I hear something in the hotel room. When I open it there is John and this Italian woman kissing in their underwear! So I run away into the bathroom across the hall and start crying and John walks in saying "it's not what you think!" and stuff. So I break up with him there, and figure out I still have 10 days left of vacation! What a ruined trip, and I made him pay for the car! - Anonymous |
| While on holiday in Puerto Rico, Gran canaria a few years ago on the third day i fell down a flight of stairs and cut the back of my heel open so i was limping for the rest of the holiday then a few days later i sleepwalked down to the pool in the middle of the night wearing just a thong and didn't wake until the busy morning when everyone one was up so i rushed up to my room embarresed leaving my handbag behind which in my sleepy confusion i had took with me, so i had to go and ask the laughing hotel staff for it back. - Cathy |
| Me and my husband were gonna visit my grandma and family in louisiana for about a week or so, well we went there and that is about the time that the hurricanes were hitting FL one after another and well while we were sitting with my family in louisiana trying to visit with them all we could we were also watching the news with them and seeing the storms totally tear apart the area VERY close to where me and husband lived so it wasnt a very pleasant trip worrying if you had a home to go back to after seeing the news..... - Anonymous |
| One time when we were at Corpus Cristi and we all thought my little brotherer died in one of the waves and we got all the cops looking for him and everybody on the beach and he was really in the hotel watching the hip hop awards - Anonymous |
| We were going to florida for our summer vacation it rained on our flight their the sound put me to sleep . earlier that day i wasn't feeling so good so when we were in the plane i felt sick cause it was my first time ever on a plane so i ran to the washroom opened the door and barfed all over an old lady. when we arrived we headed to the hotel i got to finally clean up we heard there was going to be a huge storm that night so we kept everything off we then found out their was a small tornado passing through so we had to stay in the hotel basement. it rained the rest of the week so we couldn't do anything really it even rained on our way back. - Melissa |
| My worst vacation took place a few years ago when my family went to Springfield, MO to visit my uncle and his family. My family, along with three other families drove the five hours to get there, anticipating the 'wonderful' hotel that my mom had booked and my uncle supposedly checked out and said that it was okay. Everything seemed okay when we got to the hotel, but our rooms were down the road a half a mile, and my uncle hadn't checked out these rooms. We expected something bad when we saw the empty, moldy pool, but it still hadn't clicked. We got to our rooms, and my family's was conjoined to my aunt's families and that was really cool. Then, we turned on the TV to find that we only had one fuzzy station...then we found that we had NO telephone! It kept going downhill from there. Since our rooms were conjoined, our room had a bathtub and my aunt's room had a shower, but my cousin wanted to take a bath...so she came to our room to take one. Suddenly a horrifying stench filled the room and we realized that something was wrong with the tub! We immediately had to leave our room to move in with our conjoined famiy members. We moved our matresses and everything...but the smell crept into the other room! It was horrible! Finally we decided that we HAD to move to a different hotel, but we had to wait until another one of my uncle's family got back so they could go with us. When they finallly returned, we found that their room was just as horrible, except they had a huge spider in their shower. As we were finally about to leave and discussing where to go, a tree fell in the woods a few hundred feet away! This was DEFINITELY the icing on the cake of a horrible hotel! This many horrible things have never happened to us in one vacation..but we ARE able to laugh about it now that it's over...BUT we will never again trust my mom to book any hotels! - Kelly |
| I was on vacation last summer with my family. My dad, mom, me, and my two brothers went down to Emerald Isle, North Carolina to go to the beach. We were also going with our cousins, who brought their bikes along. One morning when I woke up, I went to the lower level of our duplex, and my mom and dad were missing. It turns out that they had gone for an early morning bike ride down the road. That must have been the bike ride from HELL. As they were riding along, they came upon a small intersection (this was on a back road) when a car pulled up. My mom was riding up front with my dad behind. My mom got startled from the car and stopped suddenly. My dad didn't anticipate the suprise stop and hit his brakes real hard. The bike stopped and he flung forward and got a face full of pavement. So my mom rushed him to the ER because he was bleeding really badly. He came back early that afternoon with stiches just abov e his eye, all over his nose, and on his cheeks. He reminded me of Rocky from ROCKY II after the fight when he is all bloodied up. It sucked! - Heath |
| When my family and I went to Florida to spend some time with my Aunt everything started going wrong. First when we were just like 60 miles into the trip we got pulled over by a cop. He said we were speeding but we were actually only going 3 miles below the speed limit..I just think he wanted to be a jerk and try to make some money. Then an hour later after we got through with the cop we heard a loud snap. It had come from the engine of the car. So we just kept going because we thought it may have been something we hit. Well like 2 minutes later the engine light came on and we started seeing smoke, so my dad pulled the car over to the side of the road. We found out that one of the car's belts had broken, so we of course called a Tow truck. It took him forever to get to us. After he came and got us we had him take us to a place we could rent a car because we had him take the car to a shop to have it fixed and they said it would take at least 3 days. So we rented a car and started again on our trip. Everyone was in a really bad and stressed mood from what had already happend and it wasl ike 3:00am in the morning. My mom and dad started screaming at each other over i don'y know what. So i put my head phones on and tried to listen to some of my cd's. I must have fallen asleep while listening to them because next thing i knew it was daylight out and we were in Florida. We still had about 80 miles to go before we got to my Aunt's house. It was just then that it started to rain so hard that my dad couldn't see where he was going. So there for we had to stop at a rest stop and sit there until the rain let up. Well that was about the most boring hour i have set in a car with a annoying little sister that keeps poking you and two parents that yell at you! After all that was over we headed for my Aunt's again. We finally were able to get there within another hour in a half or so. When we reached my Aunts house i was planning on going swimming in her big pool but it just so happend that there was a alligator in her back yard because theres like a swamp right there and so she didn't want us to go out there until it went away which wasn't till the next morning. On my way to the pool, just my luck i stepped in a nest of fire ants! Those things hurt so bad i immeadiatley ran to the hose and was spraying them off of me. After that i finally was able to relax in the nice cool pool. I was floating on a water raft and i fell asleep on it. When i woke up and went to get out of the pool my skin started burning so i went in the house and looked in the mirror and i had gotton sunburned! That was soo horrible!! It hurt really bad. So i stayed in the air conditioned house for like 3 days while everyone else was out having fun at the beach. That was really boring. When my sunburn finally ended up cooling down i went to the beach and went swimming for a little bit and then layed on my beach towel to sun bathe some more. That time i was able to start tanning. When i went back to my Aunts house later on that day my aunt wanted us all to go see a movie. That was about the stupidest movie i have ever seen!! It was so dumb. It was a little kid movie that my younger sister and cousin liked. My Aunt and parents were even interested in it. I asked if i could go out somewhere and go do somethin until the movie was over because i didn't like it. Well they had to ruin my day and make me sit and stay to watch the gay movie!! I couldn't believe it! After that boring movie was over we went out to dinner. Dinner was horrible, first of all the waiter had all of our orders wrong. Then the second time they spilled one of our drinks. My dad and mom were really mad. After they finally got our order right and we started to eat we found out that our food tasted discusting! So we left and went back to my Aunts and ended up eating spegehtti. That wasn't all that bad but i wish we could have gone to another resturaunt. The next day it was time for us to leave and go back home. Which i was glad because we would have our own big car again and i could actually get some rest! When I got home it was sooo great! I called a few of my friends and was telling them about my worst vacation ever and how stupid it was. They all agreed after i told them all what went on. I don't know if i ever want to go on vacation ever again after experiencing that horrible one!! - Hillari, 13 |
| ok.....me and my sister were sent off.......to tennessee from ohio for two weeks to vistit with my grandma........it was cool for the first few days....but then my sister left.....and i ended up running out of money......stuck there for over a full month......with only 5 outfits......and i was bored all the time.....cuz there was nothing to do.......and i ran out of cigatettes.......it wuz pitiful - Meg |
| Years ago, my family and I went on a vacation to the east coast. We lived in St. Louis, Mo, and my parents thought it would be fun to drive. So my brother, sister and I and the parents drove to Philadelphia. From there we went to Boston and all seemed to go well. Or so we thought. First, my brother got sick and threw up the first couple hundred miles back home. Then the luggage fell off the roof of our car. If thats not bad enough, it was run over by a truck and our clothes were all over the highway. So we left it what we couldn't salvage. We finally get back to St. Louis and we decided to pick our dog up from the vet. The parking lot was small, so my dad dropped my mom off and we circled the block. When we came back around the corner, our dog was so happy to see us, she jumped right out of my mom's hands and into to traffic. She was run over by a car and it broke her back and back legs. At this point my family lost it and we were all crying. This was definitely the worst trip I have ever taken! - M.R. |
| It all started when i was about to go to CA. This is how it happened. First, i was supposed to be on 1st class but i was wearing jeans and didn't know about the new dress code.(urgh) so i got on the plane on economy and there was no food for economy class people.(pissed off). so my stomach started hurting i thought it was just because i was hungry, but i guess not. the whole way to CA I was throwing up. so when we got there it got worse. i found out i had appendicitis and was rushed to the hospital. i spent a week in the hospital 3 days recovering in a hotel and two days for my vacation. And thats my worse vacation ever. - Anonymous |
| Ok so i'm with my family on a vacation to Cancun, Mexico. When we get there our hotel was never booked so we had to sleep in the car which was disgusting. So my dad finally got us a room. When we got in we found live roaches everywhere. So we had to change to a different room but they didn't have any so we had to go to a different hotel. Finally got there and it was pretty cool there. We went outside to the beach when I felt a fishcome by and it kept rubbing against me when I tried to get it off it was actually a jellyfish and YES it did sting me it was so painful. After that we bought 4 tickets to Shelha an exotic theme park there we swam with dolphins it was great but one of the dolphins was acting up and peed all of the people including my sister and I. We had to get out of there and when we were leaving it was the season of Martigra. My parents trying to get through the crowd and everyone begging for beads and they kept flashing it was horrible but it was funny and that was my vacation to Cancun, Mexico - Anonymous |
| Me and my family went to Ocean City, Maryland and it was like 9:45pm and all 5 of kids had to go the bathroom so we went to the bathroom but on the way back we got lost and me Ashley, my sister Harley fell in the sewer. We smelled really bad. - Anonymous |
| A few years ago my dad was made redundant after 18 years of service and so to cheer him up a bit, my mum booked a halloween week away in Portugal. Everything was going ok, until, we arrived at our apartments. Unlike the beautiful lagoon-like pool and picturesque villa style appartments, we were surrounded by a building site, even worse was the ghost town with most of its shops closed. Torrential rain left our appartment flooded in 2 inches of water and most of our belongings were ruined. When the rain stopped we were left with an army of ants carting bits of food from our kitchen through the living room area, past our bedrooms and out to the balcony. The third day was a bit drier so we decided to spend the day at the beach. However, my brother fell before we arrived and broke his arm. He spent the last few days of his holiday in hospital wondering whether he could return home as planned. Towards the end of our "fun in the sun" my dad was struck down with food posioning making the atmosphere of the household so depressing that nobody really wanted to do anything. We returned home untanned and more depressed that before, desperatly needing anoher holiday! - Gemma |
| One weekend me, my mom, dad and 2 sisters wanted to go to the mountains in canada for the weekend, so we invited our step-dad's kid's to come and so we all met out in this little nice place between the mountains called Waterton. Then after my dad was starting a fire for the grill for the cook out I was sitting in front of where he was going to put that stuff to start the fire with, and I wasn't really paying attention I was sitting on a fold up chair with my arms inside my sleeves and he poured some of that stuff on there and it went into one big flame and I of course got scared and bailed off of my chair and tried to get up but I couldn't because my arms were still stuck inside my sweater, so it kinda looked like I just fell off and started crawling. I thought that was the worst kind of vacation I have ever been on because my mother took pictures of it before it even happened and I still got the picture. - Roberta |
| Last
summer, I went to this amusement park in Pennsylvania. It was 5 girls and
my brother. Well, needless to say it was that time of the month for all
5 of the girls. We were all soo grouchy and didn't even want to be there.
The weather sucked, so we barely got to go on any rides. To make it worse,
it started to rain when we got into the water park, and then my brother's
girlfriend got her keys stuck in her car. Her dad had to bring her a spare
set! We all just wanted to leave, and I have to say it was the worst day
of my life! - Laura First...i was having the best time any 1 ever had!..then i was on the board walk and got pooped on by a seagull...and that night went to the hotel...got soda spilled all over my brand white new jersy and then my cuzin [ hes a little baby] puked on my bed!!!!.....and the rest of the week it rained!.that was my bad vecation! - Dominic |
| Two years ago, my brother,my mom, and I went to New Jersey for about a week. We decided to stay at a cabin, but it turned out to be very small and disgusting. It was freezing and there was nothing to do at the camp at all. We ended up having to pay for showers!!! They said the pool was olympic size, but it was smaller than my local pool. One night when we went to bed there was a huge water bug in our cabin. It was so disgusting, almost the size of my fist! My brother squished it with a broom and you actually heard it. I was so grossed out the rest of the night. I barely slept at all because the beds were so uncomfortable. When we finally got home, I was actually glad to be there! - Laura |
| I went on vacation with my dad after graduating from high school, and his mother treated us with a trip to Disneyland, which we hadn't done since I was three years old. It was a bit crowded, so I ducked into one of the stores to get out of the way. The layout was really, really bad--you couldn't walk in there without bumping into something, and it made me nervous. It runs in my family--we don't like to mess with crowds, and I was feeling a tad claustrophobic. I wandered around for a while, and other people were coming and going. My grandmother shadowed my every step, as if she were my Siamese twin, all the while talking, talking, and talking. Then I found something I wanted to buy for my mother, but I couldn't find any information for it, and my grandmother was enchanted. (It was sort of a music box). She immediately began firing off questions: "What does it play? Does it do this? Does it do that? How much is it?" And I kept telling her "I don't know!" with a string of swear words--and I only use that kind of language when I've reached an intolerable amount of stress that even swearwords fail to express how I feel. And she said, "Well, let's find a sales clerk for some help." (Like I hadn't been doing that the whole time!) And I said, "That's what I'm doing!", followed by more swearwords, and all the while the store is filling up with people, and none of them are employees. My grandmother is at my elbow, there is another display behind me, there's other people on all sides, and finally I just ignored her questions and shoved my way to the front counter where I finally found a clerk, showed her what I wanted, bought it and had it shipped to my mom. By that time, she had shut up. I was rather ashamed of myself, and I apologized to her, but she still wasn't very happy with me. Afterwards, I wrote to her, and we never talked about it again. I didn't handle the situation very well, even though I know why I went ballistic, and the worst part is that she recently passed away. - Amber |
| One year on vacation my family and I went on vacation with friends. and we all rented a pontoon boat. (which means the sitting part was like three feet off the surface of the water) we were told we could go swiming from the rental people. I jumped off the boat but since i was so high above the water i wasn't prepared when I hit the water got a mouthful of ocean water, in my eyes and nose. then my sisters yelled they thought they saw jelly fish so, I start panicing and freaking out. Loosing my glasses in the process. then while trying to get back into the boat (there was no ladder) I was haveing trouble. my dad and my friend's father had to work together to pull me into the boat because it was so high. Meanwhile everyone else on the trip was laughting so hysterically that i started laughing which made it harder to get in the boat espically since i couldn't see verry well. In the process of I accidently stepped on my friends's father's face a few times. When we finally got back to the hotel and I tried to put my contacts in one ripped so the rest of the vacation I was unable to see anything. And later that week my sisters (they were really young when all this happened) thought it would be funny to fling my underwear out the window. And to top it all off it rained alot that week. - Sarah |
| Once when i was going to blue river with my friends of camper ran out of gas so we had to tow it the nearest gas station the 20 min later it broke down ! and we had to wait 2 hours on a hot dry mountain waiting for a tow then once we final got there there were no more spots for the camper so we had to go to the camp down the road at a small parking lot then we were going to go on a boat ride and yet again NO GAS! after that it just went down hill i fell and got hurt there water skis broke then at least or ride home was ok other than the 2 hour wait because of a major reck - Ellie (date of vacation : june 10, 2003). |
| The worst holiday i have ever had was when we went to Spain in June 2003. It was a lovely apartment with a poolside view and no end of sunshine! The beach was a 10 min drive so we went there almost every day. The third day into the holiday we spent the whole day at the beach and were all suffering from sunburn and dehydration. We pulled up outside the apartment and the first thing we noticed was that the light was on. we knew that we had not left it on ourselves because it was morning when we left. We had been broken into the whole apartment was a mess. They had taken everything the entire safe we had nothing no money or tickets home. so we survived on crisps and sandwhiches for the rest of the holiday - Liss |
| This vacation was so bad that you will think I am lying but believe me, it's all true. My friend was going on vacation to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina with her family and we thought it would be so fun if I went to. She asked her family and they decided I could go. I was sooooo excited. The only bad thing was that we lived in New York and we were going all the way to South Carolina in a car. It started out alright for the first couple hours but then my friends dad put on some terrible music, but luckily for me I had my CD player, wait where is it? I left it home. I was very frustrated. Then about an a couple hours later it started turning into hell. While driving down the high way we noticed that there was trucks pulled off the highway. There was more and more. We turned on the radio to find out we had just missed a tornado. We finally reached South Carolina and got onto a smaller road, but now it was dark out. Then out of the woods, a deer popped out and BANG! The deer was hit and dragged underneath the car. The engine began to slow down so we pulled over. We tried starting the car up again but no luck. We called OnStar and they sent a tow truck out to pick us up. The guy brought us to a gas station and they said they couldn't fix it until morning. We had to sleep there until morning unfortunately. So here's the situation: I'm stuck at a gas station over night in a car with a family that's not mine with the stench of deer guts which made it hard to breath and the loud trucks going down the road at 80 mph shaking our car. Great Fun! OK, everything was better from there but the ride down was very interesting. - Anonymous |