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[justasking111]

Sitting here in this awful weather thinking about holidays past. I seem to remember the funny things that happened rather than the good things. Anyone else like this.

In Kos last september we noticed that a particular italian gentleman seemed to be attached to a tee shirt with a rude swear word blazened across the front, we were taking bets on how many days he would wear this one tee shirt before his wife prised it off him to wash, i think his record was four days before he appeared at breakfast in a different one, then one day later the rude tee shirt was back

My mum and I once went on last minute trip to Cyprus

On our first day when we went to use the pool we found it full of submerged men in black wet suits. They allstayed under for ages only occasionally emerging for a breath of air.

We eventually found out an international freediving contest was taking place nearby and they were all practising

Made our morning swim mildly ominous

Waiting for our airbnb host's friend to meet us in France. We'd turned up early than expected and spent a while guessing what Frederique would look like.... He eventually rocks up on a motor bike, approx 90 yrs old, full on French biker grandad. Not what we were expecting at all and we couldn't keep a straight face through the shitty broken French we were trying to mutter

In Cyprus we got to witness a local wedding. 1400 guests, they were served a bag of sugared almonds and a chicken leg with salad. £1 a head the staff told us. The receiving line went on for hours, everyone gave money or a cheque. Some pinned to the brides gown. We were told they got 4k for the engagement party. God knows how much they got for the wedding. Pays for their home we were informed. What a great start to married life.

We found a massive party from Hawaii had booked 5 of the 7 large cabins at the lake campgrounds we used to go to in late autumn as a group of six. We were a bit miffed because usually only one or two of the other cabins were occupied at that time and we, selfishly, liked having the place to ourselves.

First night we were sitting around our fire pit having a few drinks. We watched them coming and going setting up tables, bbqs, fire pits and torches around the ampitheater a few hundred feet below the cabins. They were having a luau with traditional dancing and singing, it was so nice to watch and the music sounded amazing carried up to us in the clear mountain air. Some of them walked up to us and invited us to join them for food and drinks.

Of course we accepted, and we had a brilliant time because they were so lovely and welcoming, only to find when we got back that we’d forgotten to close the sliding door of our cabin and a gang of raccoons had broken through the screen and were inside tearing into bags of snacks and fruit we’d left out on the kitchen countertop. Furry bastards.

Oh trying not to laugh at the racoon story