Tell him no. I don't care that he used to be travel sick and he didn't mind. He's not his son. It's fucking misery. If I was old enough to realise that he had a European tour planned for me I'd be dreading it every day.
My mother used to drag me on coach trips. I've been sick in some of the premier beauty spots in Britain.
I can still remember that metallic taste you get in your mouth, the pangs and the drooling and desperate gulping that tells you you're going to vomit.
She never used to bring anything with her like bags or towels so I'd often be sick over myself or on the floor of the coach and then some more practical person would clear up and make me die of embarrassment.
All the while she'd be saying: 'Ooh! That's never happened before. She's normally such a good little traveller.'
Now I know her much better I realise the reason she didn't bring anything was that superstitiously she believes that being prepared for something will make it happen. If you pretend it won't happen, it probably won't
. She's like that over lots of things.
Plus, if she accepted that I was going to puke at least once on the journey she'd have to recognise that she was being selfish and not go, or go alone and she didn't want to do that.
I've also realised that she wasn't interested in most of the destinations. It's just that coach trips were part of the summer for her. No one else in my family was interested but I couldn't say no.
She dressed up traipsing round some fucking crumbling pile covered in drying vomit as some kind of educational activity for me. She used to proudly tell people: 'Limited's been to Blenheim Palace and Leeds Castle and knows ever such a lot.' No mention of the puking.
I used to dread her coming back from the newsagent with a booklet of coach trips from May to October and ticking off about three or four.
The last time was when I was about 13 and I'd spent a two-hour journey there and back in misery but without being sick. The final coach stop was in sight and it must have been relief that made me chuck up all over myself.
I was absolutely hysterical and point blank refused to set foot on another coach.
She must have been so shocked at the anger in front of the whole coach that she never suggested it ever again.
She sounds horrible. She isn't. She's lovely. She just liked coach trips and liked having someone with her - even a spew generator - and used to hope that maybe this time it wasn't going to happen.
Sorry for the essay. I'm scarred
Whenever I see the Stately Homes threads I always think of that time. I know they're about something much more serious, but I just do.
Oh, and I love haverer's suggestion. Seeing as your DH is so blase about being travel sick it'll bring back happy childhood memories for him 