Your worst ever holiday

[DanteThunderstone]

I know this has been done before but it's cold and grey outside and I haven't been on holiday in years and can't afford to any time soon. So please make me feel better about being stuck at home surrounded by rain puddles with tales of Holiday Disappointment. My worst ever holiday was when I was 19. I went on a two week package holiday to a cheap hotel in Rhodes with three friends. Almost immediately I got the worst flu of my life and spent pretty much the whole fortnight in an uncomfortable bed in an overheated room feeling like death while they all went on day trips and beach visits and nights out. Them rolling in pissed every night and waking me up was especially fun. I barely saw any of the island and I wasted two weeks leave and a few hundred quid lying in bed wanting my mum

I’ve never had a truly awful holiday but a trip to Menorca in March when my DH and I were about 20 was pretty poor. It pissed with rain every day, loads of stuff was shut and we were in a cheap resort far from everything. We ended up just drinking every day, but then we discovered we could get a bus to the main town and it was lovely.
Actually one trip we did with DH and two of his friends to a bloody caravan park in France with their two small children (before we were married) was terrible in some ways. They were awful to me for no reason, and on the last night I went to bed and could hear them through the window slagging me off, saying how he could do much better than me etc. Anyway, my DH did a vehement stand up for me saying how great I was and how wrong they were and he didn’t want to hear them saying these things etc and then he stormed off to bed and made us leave early the next morning before they were even up.
It was so nice to know he was 100% on my side, even behind my back. Never saw those friends again either!

How bizarre!

Sorry the above was to @Aroundtheworldin80moves in response to the turtle story, the quote function didn’t work.

The Azores. Boring. Dreadful, dangerous driving. Disgusting food. Over-expensive accommodation which was sub-standard.

We are usually very easy to please and prefer comfy, casual places and camping - so that tells you how bad this was.

The only holiday I've ever come home early from. I was only 18 months old, so this is really my mum's story.

My mum, dad, my 17 year old brother and I went to Devon. We stayed in a dirty chalet caravan thing with only two bedrooms. DB wasn't super keen on going to bed quietly as I was already asleep and woke me up every night. My mum spent half her evening re-settling me.

It rained every day. Very few attractions that would interest a 17 year old and an 18 month old. DB was not happy about being dragged on holiday with his parents and baby sister.

We left after 4 days. My parents never took us both on holiday again.

This year I went away with my DB and our families. We had a blast, and we have far more in common as adults than we did as a teen and a toddler.

Probably Greece with my parents. I was 16 had been so looking forward to going to Greece as I'd never been. They refused to do anything other than sit by the pool. Or let me do anything. All dad kept saying was "Madness do me a bleeding favour and go to the kids' club. You can't just sit there doing nothing" . Did I mention I was 16?

Dad spent the entire two weeks complaining. I probably did too to be fair but I got so sick of being told to go to kids' club.

The following year they informed me I wasn't welcome on holiday with them again. I went to stay with family in the US. It was fab! Then they started going on cruises and actually seeing places. I once asked why they refused to do anything like that when I was younger, their response was "You insisted on going to kids' club". WTAF.

I also went to somewhere very unusual aged 17 (it's outing. Think war zone) with college. Why they let me do that, and fly alone across the Atlantic but not let me do anything other than sit by a pool and refuse to go to kids' club remains a mystery.

1989..Malta.
I'd met my DH-to be there a year previously, so we went back, newly engaged, with his sister and family.
2nd night there we attended the local festival and hand held flares were given out. DH's promptly blew up in his hand... and he spent the rest of the holiday with his hand in a special burns bag, and having to attend the hospital each day for dressings changes (he was lucky not to lose his fingers)

My new engagement ring was stolen from my bag at the water park, and his sister came back pregnant !!

We still love Malta tho

As a child - I grew up in New Zealand and when I was about 12 we headed over to Australia. My parents (who were fairly conservative) had this wacky idea of travelling through all these hippy / alternative small towns in Northern New South Wales, including Byron Bay (back in the days when it was all hippy surfers, not full of Hollywood celebs). The worst town was the one which is known as the 'drug capital' of Australia because of its weed cultivation. Awful, I felt so out of place in these towns full of weed smoking altneratives that all drove combis, there was absolutely nothing mainstream about these towns and very few children about. At least I can say I have been to Byron Bay before it went upmarket. In my parents defence, I dont think they did their research properly...

Finally ended up in civilisation when we got to Brisbane, Queensland and it was the last days of the Australian school holidays so the theme parks etc were packed, which was the one thing I wanted to do. On our last day it was also Australia so it was total madness with patriotic Australians waving their flags.

As an adult, I have never been on any terrible holidays, worst was probably when DH and I went to Fiji, it was miserable weather and we were staying in a dodgy resort. However that is what happens when you go in off season and pay for the cheapest hotel possible.

So many to choose from! The one where my mum, my sister and I went to stay with her friend in the arse end of Spain. She’d split up from my Dad and was seeing this guy, my sister was in the middle of a hideous divorce and I had just been dumped, pregnant and 21 by my abusive ex. There was no water, electric or gas in the apartment, the swimming pool was empty and then there was nothing to do. At all. Me and my sister played cards all day every day for 4 days, and we couldn’t even have a shower. And I couldn’t drink as I was pregnant. No where to go, we both ended up getting earlier flights home as we just couldn’t take it anymore and my mum didn’t speak to us for months!

or the camping holiday to France when DD was less than 2. I hate camping at the best of times, it started with DD projectile puking over the whole car, including camping gear and me and my friend who came with us, who I later found out did not think we were platonic, as I found out when he tried to come in my tent in the night and woke DD up. Ended with food poisoning from very very expensive lobster that by then Ex friend ordered, and me being stuck on a boating lake. All in all not the most fun you can have!

As a young woman I was invited to go to west Ireland to a new boyfriends sisters holiday cottage. Apparently a lovely place for nice folky pubs and country walks.
We did the whole trip on his crappy honda 200cc motorbike which was basically a jumped up moped with no guts.
Anyway finally got to this cottage and it was a godforsaken shit hole with no toilet facilities, water or heating in the middle of nowhere with rats.
The one pub was full of pissed anti english farmers who were extremely hostile to strangers (1980's) and there wasn't a town for miles and miles.
Then I saw quite plainly why he had dragged me over there - he turned out to be a nasty sex pest who only wanted me there to have have sex with, I refused outright and threatened to call the police so he had a massive tantrum and went out and crashed the motorbike into a bridge ending up in hospital.
I could not afford to get a train or taxi I had virtually no money sop I had to hitch hike home, it took me 4 days to get to the ferry port across Ireland sleeping rough along the way, in those days it was extremely rural with very few cars.
The worst thing was I missed a concert I was due to go to with a friend on my return, Simon and Garfunkel live and I was absolutely gutted. I'd been longing to go to that for months.
The rest of the experience I just sort of blocked out of my mind and marked it up to experience. We did in those days. Madness.

Fuck that! I'd have driven home, alone and left the cunts to make their own way back home!!

The Tempest, this is your second time posting on this thread! You posted in January too!!

Club Mac.

Ffs, just noticed it’s a 🧟‍♀️

Either Jersey or Edinburgh. Both lovely places and I can't wait to go back; but I spent the whole of both holidays sick with migraine.

Well they say you get what you pay for, and perhaps this was our fault for trying to have a cheap couple of days by the sea... We've recently moved to this area, and wanted to go to the beach for a day so booked a cheap hotel at the nearest coast. DP worked out a convoluted way to get there involving changing trains, now that was faster and cheaper and worked out perfectly, so kudos to him for that. Got there and it was strangely - well, unseasidey. Now, when looking up this place I was horrified to find that it was famous for something truly horrible happening to an animal there, but it was hundreds of years ago, so we couldn't hold a grudge for that, but they seemed proud of it! Bloody pictures, sculptures, references everywhere, so we couldn't even put it out of our minds. Then we got to the hotel. Nice staff, but no facilities, no AC just an ancient fan, only McDonald's and KFC nearby for food, but a couple of large supermarkets, so we went there and found some lovely (we thought) vegan pasties for supper. DP eats onions, but is very allergic to red ones, and onions were listed in the ingredients. You can guess what he was doing the rest of the night poor soul. Next day he was very weak but decided to come to find the sea. Well we walked. And we walked. And we walked. And did we find the bloody sea? We did not. I did find a whole lot of sunburn on my poor face though, so the second night it was me unable to sleep. The only good bit was watching Cellar Club on Talking Pictures in the hotel room! Next day we went dejectedly back to the station, and found they had all sorts of pictures there of beautiful beaches - in the next town. Sorry this was so long, but it was cathartic! I'm just glad it was only for two days, really feel for those who have pushed the boat out on expensive long trips and been disappointed.

Eurocamp with dh’s extended family. It rained for most of the fortnight and there was nothing to do. We had our own caravan but being stuck in a small tin box with 2 small children who wound each other up, a snoring dh, and the world’s most uncomfortable bed was torture. We tried to come home early but all the ferries were fully booked.

lol at TheTempest posting the same story on the same thread six months apart 😂

I think, probably Slough.
Yes that's right, Slough.

Orlando.
villa was filthy with drawer fronts hanging off, 6 threadbare hand towels was all that was provided. We ended up in Walmart buying our own towels.
dirty flat pillows.
Something moving in a wardrobe and sticky surfaces.
High chair was encrusted with old food and the play pen was stained and thick with dust.
pool was full of bugs, freezing cold, too cold for the kids to get into. The pool area clearly had not been swept for a very long time. Dirty and dusty.
the phone on the kitchen wall kept ringing and each time it was someone from a different company wanting to discuss why bills had not been paid.
Internet cut off due to no payment on day 2.

Then 40 degree heat. Every Disney park we visited was absolutely heaving. There were no seats anywhere, nowhere to sit.
40 degree heat with average wait times for 2 minute rides, 2-3 hours for every single ride. Queuing for 2-3 hours with a child in that heat was torture.

DH & DS got D&V we think from the water fountains on the parks because the food was so shit we didn’t eat anything there other than an ice cream.
Flight delays there and back.
It should have been a magical dream holiday but it was miserable. So glad to get home.

@JohnBetjeman the cabbages are coming now…

Went to Bulgaria. No one informed us there was a Norovirus outbreak at the hotel. I was very grateful that for some reason our hotel room had two toilets!

Found messages between then-boyfriend and another woman he’d apparently been on a secret date with on the second day of a 10 day holiday