What is the worst holiday you have had?

I live in a different country to my son, and when he and his girlfriend come to visit and they stay at mine, we all do spend a lot of time together. I expect this and he also expects this, If they want to just drop by and see me once or twice, then they need to pay for their own separate accommodation and flights. They have other holidays during the year where they can do their own thing. Having said that, I do take them around to see places, and he now has his own car here, so they go off for the day on their own, but we eat out together most evenings.

@TwistedWonder Danair AKA Dan Dare. They seemed to spend the late 1970s flying into Spanish mountains.

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I love berwick caravan park ! But we never use the onsite facilities, it is simply a place to sleep.

Worst holiday, Ayrshire 2023 Easter.

Trying to convince my husband to enjoy camping as much as I do. ( I normally take the kids solo) he finally agreed to a long weekend.
It rained and rained and rained , was about 2C the whole weekend. Pitch was a mud bath. We had a argument putting the tent up. It normally takes me 20minutes solo no problems. With "help" it was over an hour, everyone drenched and mudsoaked.
I remember him just sat there huddled in every item of clothing he had absolutely miserable.
I still love camping, but he has never tried again.

Camping with friends and their seventh month old baby in Maine near the Canadian border. It started to rain just as we pulled into our campsite. The men set up the tents while we tried to make a campfire for cooking. The rain increased in intensity and the fire was a no go. We ended up dining on crackers, cheese and sausage. Everyone was exhausted after our 7 hour car journey to get there so we just bedded down early and hoped the storm would pass

Awoken during the night to frantic shouting and cries of "wake up and get out!".. stepped onto the tent floor that was floating. We were in the midst of a flash flood. The Rangers told us to abandon camp and leave immediately.,

We drove three hours before finding a hotel to crash at. We used all our money on the hotel and all we had to eat were bits and bobs we found in the car. Fortunately my friend was nursing so the baby was taken care of.

We drove the rest of the way home in damp clothes, utterly starving. I came down with strep throat the following day.

I've never been camping since and have no plans to sleep in a tent ever again.

I’ve just read the trip advisor reviews! Shocking!

You done better then us- we stayed one night then came home! Never been anywhere so disgusting in my life 🤢

I can actually feel your pain and discomfort! Awful!

Lanza grotty.

Was dismayed at the volcanic beach.
Accommodation was far from the "beach", and had to climb over rough terrain to get to it.
Also became very ill with some kind of food poisoning.
Never again.
I've read that others have had fabulous holidays there, but I'm not prepared to chance it.

I loved Bansko!

Bulgaria in early 2000s. Had to walk every day to the beach from the hotel and the road was full of grannies and children begging for money, they seemed to lie in wait for us. Once we saw a muzzled bear (!!!!!!) with an entertainer in the street. Swimming costume nicked from the balcony (hung out to dry). Food was delicious though, but never again.

When the kids all got Chicken Pox on a road trip.

When we had a long weekend away and had to eat at a pub that only served Parmigianas. I have never ordered another.

She raised herself, all dignified like, from her chair and said "watch this Gladys". She marched across the floor but her foot caught a patch of grease

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Weeping at this one
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FFS a holiday is the time that you enjoy yourself, glad that you got rid of him

I’ve had a few. Alicante with an ex who stormed off and left me by myself because he couldn’t find a sports bar that was showing premiership football and this was somehow my fault. I walked back to the hotel in the dark then a man approached me from ahead, stood directly in front of me and opened his coat. I thought he was a pervert, but instead he was showing me his offerings of drugs stapled to the inside of his coat instead hahaha I politely declined and scurried as fast as I could towards the hotel. Only to realise that ex had the card key which was needed to swipe to get into the hotel itself. So I sat outside the bar opposite the hotel waiting for him to return, meanwhile coat flasher dealer had spied me, and kept trying to convince me to buy at least something from him. Ex finally showed up, saw me sat at a table outside the bar with coat flasher dealer still sniffing around me, and said “I’m glad you’ve been able to enjoy yourself while I missed the most important match of the season” then stormed off to the hotel.

Turkey with same ex and his family. Spent the entire fortnight sat around the pool bored because nobody would leave the hotel in the daytime as they wanted their “moneys worth” with the all inclusive drinks or didn’t want to do anything but bake themselves. I got prickly heat and was covered in a rash that made me look diseased, and then developed D&V which lasted the rest of the holiday. When I eventually decided I could no longer tolerate sitting all day, I decided I’d go for a walk down to the harbour. A chicken seemed to fucking spawn out of nowhere and then chased me along the pavement scratching the shit out of the backs of my legs as tried my best to flee in my flip flops. Exes brother wanted to visit a funfair across the road from the hotel one night and convinced us all to go on the dodgems, stupidly I agreed and I ended up with whiplash (which still niggles to this day). I befriended a local dog who then went on to snap at a child that’d been tormenting it while it sat peacefully under the table. So the staff in the bar beat the shit out of the poor thing right in front of me. Exes brother kept disappearing with one of the animation team- and if it wasn’t obvious what he was up to, it became so when she started joining us in the evenings after she finished work and would sit in his lap. My best friend was his brothers girlfriend at the time, and so I argued with ex all holiday because I wanted to tell her and he wanted me to stay out of it. He kept pissing the bed because he was so drunk, and would then make me ask the housekeepers for new sheets as he was too embarrassed. Exes family then tried to stage some form of intervention for him and his brother due to their behaviour on the holiday during dinner one evening. We were in the main food hall of the hotel!! At one point everyone around the table was in tears and I just sat there awkwardly while the people around us stared. His dad decided that he knew enough Turkish to order a meal for us all (on the one night they’d agreed to eat somewhere other than the hotel). Fuck knows what he ordered, but this huge pot of brown broth arrived that had a sheep/goats head poking out of the top. This was a family who considered spaghetti bolognese “foreign muck”, so god knows what he thought he’d ordered. He barked at us all to keep our mouths shut and eat it so as not to offend the restaurant owner. I’m veggie so I just picked at my bread and kept flicking bits of broth into the flowerbeds. As soon as we arrived home, I finished with my ex who seemed perplexed as to why I hadn’t enjoyed the holiday with him and wanted to end the relationship. I also told my best friend what his brother had been up to too. Truly awful holiday at the time but I can laugh about some parts of it now.

Marrakesh. 7 days was far too long. Nothing to do once you’ve walked around the square and a few of the side streets to get an idea of what it’s like. Also felt very unsafe as was constantly harassed by locals and shouted at when I refused to pay for the ‘tours’ that local pests enforced on us by following us through the streets despite us completely ignoring them. Never again

It has to be one where my mum left us all day every day with my grandmother who had dementia. She didn't know who we were so kept kicking us out of the house.

We had to stay outside until my mum came back in the evening.

I travelled around Morocco and started off in Marrakesh. I had an awful time and left early.

OMG what a shit show for you, however I'm very impressed by BA

Erm...in Tunisia when the beach massacre happened. In Germany Xmas market around time of terrorist bombing. Holidaying in Turkey in lead up to thomas cook going bust. In Turkey again when the hotel next door was used to house the president during a political coup. Allergic reaction in morroco within 6 hours of arriving and had to convince airport staff i was well enough to fly home a week later.

Haven holiday with a family next door having late night parties that resulted in a fight and police arriving.

Every holiday makes me stressed wondering what on earth will go wrong

Kielder Forest caravan site 1975 with my parents.. Nothing bad happened, but it was so boring. Nearly all my caravanning memories are happy ones, but not this.

A sun holiday in Dawlish Warren my ex booked for him and the kids that I ended having to go on too, the bed was broken, the shower dribbled the smallest amount of water, the roof at the indoor swimming pool was leaking rain into the pool and onto the sunbeds, and it cost me a fortune as he had no money so I ended up paying for all the food and drinks so the kids would still have a good time - oh and I had to drive us all there and back.

Alvor in the Algarve, early 2000s. The hotel was not very nice, it was really windy, the pool was freezing, the sea was freezing and there was something about Alvor I just did not like. Never been back to the Algarve.

Villa in southeast France, 2022.
The kids got a rash from the pool, and on the second day we found 3 scorpions in the bedrooms.
As we were packing to leave the next morning after no sleep, having given up on the rest of the week, we found another two in the kitchen.

The Scottish Borders in June. A golfing holiday. It rained continuously and was unbelievably cold. I don't think the temperature got above 10c.

I'm singing the tune to Carry on Camping in my head whilst imagining the hell of that journey in a 1970s car with no air con and vinyl seats, making a screeching u turn in France and heading back to Yorkshire...

Your poor mum.

Had a run of 'moments'...

Uzi pointed at my chest in Israel and thoroughly questioned
Knocked unconscious off a wall in Morocco (lost a pint out of my head then developed a huge abscess from the resultant infection which nearly killed me)
Kalashnikov to my chest in Egypt with lots of shouting
Attacked and bitten by dogs in Thailand
Hero to zero with a night of severe D&V in Mexico

Other than that it's been pretty relaxed...