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Some funny stories about people we have made friends with on holiday.

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Meandhimtogether · 23/01/2025 13:08

Names have been changed.

We have just returned from a few days away in a hotel with entertainment in the north west. What a brilliant time we had. The ages were between 60 (us) and 95. If we can live like these lovely people it would be great.

Annie and Arthur. He had a walking stick and she had a walking frame. They were up dancing every evening. After the first night they have lost them. Hotel has been searched. One of the porters is going to visit all the shops as Annie thinks she tried shoes on but can't remember which shop. But then again it could have been when they went on a day trip.

Noreen and Ivy raided the charity shops every day but told everyone they were going to church. And let everyone know that they carry water flasks everywhere. But gave a wink when telling you. I think they were full of gin.

Pen, everything she wore had sequins morning, noon and evening. When she returned from a look around the shops brought me a bag of sequins and told me to brighten my clothes up as my grey jumper is boring.

This hotel allows small dogs.
Frank and Maurice (cavalier dog). Frank was telling everyone that a couple of years ago he broke his ankle and now walks with a stick. Since then Maurice pretends to be disabled but forgets which leg. He walks on 3 legs. Nothing is wrong with him. One day he limped on the right next it was the left. Except if anyone was eating a biscuit he walked over normally.

Every person was friendly and made the holiday. We have never laughed so much.

Have you met anyone on your holiday that made you laugh but not in a cruel way.

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username299 · 23/01/2025 13:15

I was living abroad and working for an American organisation. There was a man called Fred, very wiry with lots of energy.

He was obsessed with watermelons and healthy eating. He would stand up at lunchtime and prothletyse about the wonders of the watermelon and how bad everyone's food was.

One morning I was early and went to a local Starbucks to grab a coffee. Guess who I found stuffing himself with pastries?

Springflowersmakeforbetterhours · 23/01/2025 13:20

Met a French family in a campsite over there. Repeated demands we had coffee and cake at their home. Every bloody day. Nobody spoke as they knew very little English and dd decided her gcse French wasn't going to help us... Very awkward... The lad found dd on fb years later.. She was mortified!!

squashyhat · 23/01/2025 13:38

Similar French story. Lovey gite owner invited us to meet his family. We were served cherries in liqueur in posh glasses which was obviously a treat. Mum and Dad couldn't speak much English and our French was o'level so we relied on their son who was on leave from the army and spoke a fair bit. It was in the days before football was a common language so miming and gestures also went a long way.

SirChenjins · 23/01/2025 13:56

We went to Normandy during the D-Day 70th celebrations and stayed in a mobile home owned by a very eccentric English lady. Her dad had been in the D-Day landings and she invited us and the family in the next caravan that she also owned to lots of events - all very nice. She and her group of English ex-pats were sozzled most of the time, they were a hoot. She invited us to one little event that she thought we'd like, so off we all trotted in our respective family cars behind theirs as it weaved its way through the Normandy countryside and pitched up (in our casual, summer holiday clothes) to what turned out to be a full military service to commemorate a battle on a hill - which was attended by Prince Edward. As we were guests of her and her dad's, we met Prince Edward - who was obviously very confused about why 2 families from the UK were standing on a hill in Normandy with no connections to the battle, but was utterly charming and asked us about our holiday and if we were enjoying it. Then down to the town hall for a champagne reception for the townspeople and veterans who again were very confused when we kept repeating 'desolée, je ne parle pas français'. Then we did what all Brits do on holiday and went to our cars, got the picnic blankets out and had a picnic of champagne and French nibbles in a field.

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