The Algarve many, many years ago with my sister: I took pictures of a different building site every day - the whole area was a mess of construction.
The hotel room had a leak right under one of the non-moveable beds and it rained most nights, (late October) - my sister ended up sleeping with a bucket on her stomach. I have no idea why we didn’t tell the staff - we were too young and timid!
There were just two flights of passengers in the virtually empty hotel in what was then a very small resort - from Manchester and Gatwick - in the last days of the ‘season’ and we ended up under siege from locals who did everything from spit at us in the street, to throwing things whilst screaming abuse.
According to the hotel staff, who were apologetic but helpless, many of the locals were angry about all the construction, (unsurprisingly), and had had a summer full of lager louts. When they got their hands, metaphorically, on a small group of mostly the elderly and young people with babies, (my sister and I were the only two young single girls there), it was apparently ‘open season’ on all of us.
Things were so bad, that we could only go out in the evening in a large group - young and old gathered in the lobby and we went to one of two bars where we were treated decently and could be safe. At about 11pm, we then all trooped back in a crocodile! It was actually really sweet how people supported each other!
The worst incident was one young couple and their baby who arrived back one afternoon splattered with mud - several old ladies had hurled it at them, focusing on the child in the pushchair. The husband was crying with shame, frustration and fury and we were just so shocked- it was horrible to see and I will never forget it.
The final straw was at the end of the holiday when I got bitten one night across my eyelid by a mosquito and my eye swelled completely shut. I was in a lot of pain and looked awful. When I ventured out later the next day, I had gravel thrown at me by some local small children whilst their mothers egged them on and made signs at me - they thought I was permanently disfigured and ‘unlucky’ so apparently that was the way to behave.
If we had had the money, we would have flown home early. However, we were young and broke, so spent an awful 14 days and just had to suck it up.
I know some won’t believe me - it was before mobiles, etc. so no proof, but it’s all true, (I have even left some bits out!)
I have genuinely never got over the sheer viciousness we experienced from those people. Since then I have been lucky enough to travel all over the world but I swore back then that I would never set foot in Portugal again and I have kept my word.