First holiday abroad I got food poisoning and was dragged around by friend and her parents as if nothing had happened. They finally let up and let me stay in bed when it was discovered that many of the other guests had also been poisoned by the fish.
Next holiday. Went to Majorca with a friend. Instead of being in the hotel we were put into the annexe which was watched over by a very old man who took his evening break at the same time each day, keys were inside the door where he sat.
We became friendly with a couple of other girls and all booked to go on a night out. Friend had poker straight hair and spent the entire night and day before with rollers in her hair and finally removed them to reveal lots of waves on the night.
While getting ready someone opened our door, saw us in the room, said something and shut the door quickly, we thought it was just a maid, finished getting ready and off we went.
First thing to happen was we had sat at a table with vacant seats and a drunken guy comes up and tells friend to get out of his seat. She said there were other seats and stayed put, he throws a drink over her, she picks one up and throws it back, people drag him away leaving her with one side of her hair curly and the other soaking wet and poker straight. Off we go to clean her up, just as a girl runs in and vomits on her foot on the way to throw up in the toilet. We finally clean off the booze and vomit, and dry her off to discover that the drunken guy has been decked and is walking about bleeding. It turns out it was one of the girls we were with that had done it but no-one will admit to knowing.
We return to the annexe with short lived relief to find groups of people wandering about outside and a distraught French couple come over to tell us that the rooms have all been robbed and their clothes have been stolen. We go inside to find that none of our things have gone, however we do remember the woman that opened our door and realise we had a lucky escape by being there even though we had nothing of value or any designer clothing.
It turns out that we were the only ones who saw the thieves and their car which had been parked below our windows, and experience the must-do holiday attraction of a trip to the Police station to help track them down, no-one spoke enough English to make any sense, followed by a tour of the gypsy camps to identify them even though we explained that they were wearing expensive clothing and driving a flashy sports car. Suspect it happened often as they knew when the old boy was on his break and the keys unattended.
Subsequently the week of solid rain and tornadoes in the West Indies was a doddle compared to the above, as was the time I passed out at Passport Control after a long haul flight and was delivered in a wheelchair to my loving partner, it turned out not to be the romantic trip we had planned.