To wonder what your idea of the holiday companion from hell is?

[Summerbreezing]

Just inspired by another thread, but what kind of person do you hate finding yourself on holiday with?

I can't bear the kind of person who wants to frogmarch everyone around to 'interesting places', and think a minute spent relaxing is a minute wasted. I don't want to spend my entire time in Paris up the Eiffel Tower or wandering around the Louvre or catching a train to Versailles. I want to spend some time just 'being' in Paris, wandering aimlessly around, stopping for coffee or wine, people watching, saying 'let's go down here, it looks interesting' etc. Please don't present me with an hour by hour timetable. It's a holiday.

We hired a lovely fully equipped converted barn with in-laws for a weeks holiday in the Lake District. SIL made full use of the facilities, washing, drying and ironing all of the clothes she brought with her. That'll be hers, her DHs and FOUR children!

I seriously could not believe it, people's opinions on what constitutes a 'holiday' differ wildly I suppose

Dh tbh He's dreadful really, doesn't want to get up, if on a beach just wants to lie down and go to sleep in hot sun and bake himself a delicate shade of lobster pink, spends ages getting ready to go anywhere, gets hopelessly lost as has no sense of direction and usually has no money so whole thing has to be funded by moi! Sounds awful but would give ANYTHING to be able to go on holiday alone...........

Oh get a life Grockle. Or better still, just don't open threads you're not interested in (revolutionary idea, I know.)

Anybody else apart from my DH really.

My mother - we had a fortnight in a cottage in Scotland - GOK what we were thinking.

She ostentatiously barged into the bathroom just as any of the rest of us was trying to get in there (every bloody time), leaving a revolting flannel lying around, didn't help at all in the kitchen, but made a big show of folding all the used towels & putting them in the bath when we left, made rude & imperious comments to waitresses, commented on any "foreign accents" that she heard in loud stage whispers - cringe-makingly awful, made bitchy comments about DH when he was out of earshot, dropped DS in it & got him into trouble - he was to polite to make a fuss till we got home. She loved it & wants to join us again

They held the gate for us 5 minutes and he made it. Luckily it was a tiny (albeit international, still) airport. Don't know why I'm surprised, he has form. Other than white-knuckle airport tardiness he is a super holiday companion.

Wish I could say the same for the 7wk foetus who managed to put the kibosh on the plans we had for vineyard visiting, cheese tasting, scuba diving and white water kayaking. Ah well, least he/she caused less of a fuss on the plane than they're likely to this time next year...

*too polite

My ex husband.
He was such a twat.
Hated all the food, fried in the sun all day leaving me to run about after the children.
Drank too much every night and refused to leave the bar until it actually closed, despite us having very young children.
Made no effort to chat to anyone else.

One of the first things I did after we.d split up was take the children on holiday.
First day there we were all tired from the early flight so got into bed and watched the World Cup with cups of tea and beef monster munch for dinner.

I was so happy I thought I'd die.

Someone penny pinching. I went on holiday with a bf and it was a nightmare as he had to check out every cafe in a five mile radius in case the drink was half a centime cheaper next door. Even before the bill arrived he would tell me how much my share was.
He soon became an ex

Dh also doesnt understand that children grow , and that whilst he may be able to use his summer wardrobe year on year , DS and DD might not fit into everything they wore last summer , and unless i can wash some of the clothes and towels , then we will need enough to last the fortnight .

He can also be incredibly rude to shop assistants /waiting staff / random people in the street , i used to stare at the floor going crimson with embarassment , now i stick up for the people and tell him off loudly , he seems to be getting the message slowly .

My (very) ex'D'H. He'd lie around in bed in the hotel/villa till midday or so, while the small kids were champing at the bit to go to the beach or on promised outings ... when he did rouse himself, he was always sloping off to telephone the OW (my 'best friend' as it turned out) - these were in the days before mobiles. If there was ANY sport of any sort on TV, he'd insist on staying in to watch it - far more important than his family.

Divorced him after 20 years - never looked back. Now he's the OW's/ex best friend's problem and she soon found out what a lazy git he reall was. Ha ha ... more than welcome to him.

my dad was like that about money on holiday. We used to trail around for hours looking for cheaper restaurants or cafes etc when on holiday. He was born in the war though and it has rubbed off on me to some extent. I can't help it either.

My DH is like it too.

Oh. I didn't realise grocklebank was being an officer of the Thread Police.

I thought she was annoyed by people who can't survive two weeks without their favourite magazine.

Congratulations on your pregnancy, vivipru! Have a great holiday.

Thank you. We're back now. Couldn't be a sillier time for a holiday to the south of France really, but we weren't to know when we booked it and at least I had time to scoff cynically at read up on a few pregnancy and birth books...

I went on a package holiday with a friend who was a lot of fun when it was just us but would become really hard work whenever any guys were around.

The first place we went to, we hooked up (she hooked up) with a couple of American guys. The one she was with was nice but his friend was monosyllabic and it was really embarrassing. I didn't want to get off with him (I had a boyfriend) but it was mortifying to have someone so obviously devastated to be stuck with me. At one point I said "If you could talk, what is it that you would think you would say?". Anyway, we were in this nightclub in Bangkok and the dude had gone about as far as he could get from me and my mate was getting off with nice American. So embarrassing, wandering around this place by myself. In the end I told her that I was going to go back to the hotel and got a Tuk Tuk.

The last place we went to she picked up the air steward. Which was fine except she didn't want to leave me on my own so I looked like a mad cow who wouldn't let a friend go on a date by herself. He was charming but it was still embarrassing.

Anyone but my mum and sister and our own family.

I am the worst holiday companion.
I can't handle hot/humid countries. I faint, I get diarrhoea, I have IBS. I always get ill abroad and now get anxiety about it and need to drug myself. I noisily eat my own picnic on flights.
I bring books with me and will dick around playing apps and reading until it's cool enough to move off my arse.
I get awful reactions to mosquito bites where the affected area swells up and oozes crusty liquid. I burn and get sunstroke easily, so don't go in the sun. I don't do sports or tours or 'activities'.

Sadly for my husband, he loves travelling. He's going to SE Asia by himself this year.

I'm also a vegetarian, so going to small Spanish towns is always fun....

People who can't afford it. 'We don't have any money, so lets eat sandwiches rather than try a local restaurant.'

People who don't like that foreign food and want to go eat egg and chips.

Ooh. Very worst was when I was studying abroad in Germany in the 90s. Went to Berlin for a weekend break with another girl on the programme and she had budgeted about 10 DM for the entire weekend. Funnily enough, I wasn't keen on a small French fries from MacDonalds for dinner and kipping on the floor of the train station instead of staying in a youth hostel. Calling it "an adventure" was not selling it to me...