What dramas have you had on Holiday?

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I would say playing golf in France and nearly getting run over by a car having shooting my shot into the road.

Nearly drowned in the sea while on holiday with my aunt uncle and cousins when I was 15.they all seemed to just stand and watch, but I managed to get myself back to safety

Got malaria.
Was on the next island to Bali when it was bombed in 2002, but had been staying really near where the bombs went off, to the point where some of the hotel was damaged.

We have arrived in various places without some pieces of luggage, but they always turned up...eventually.

AAAgh holidays! Often Horridays.

Have a lot but might leave it for tomorrow.

Uzi in my face in Israel. Kalashnikov in my face in Cairo. Just taking photos in the wrong place...
Held underwater by large waves a bit long in Brazil. Just swimming in the wrong place...
Exploding chicken soup from both ends half the night in Mexico. Just eating in the wrong place...
Knocked unconscious in Morocco by someone. Just being in the wrong place...
Bitten by a dog in Thailand... Slept in a brothel in Bulgaria... Poisonous snakes under my raised foot in Spain and Bahamas... Capsized my kayak outside the shark nets in a big sea and coloured water in South Africa...bored to death at dinner by someone Swiss in Syria...

Thank fuck I've never booked a holiday in Great Yarmouth, who kjows what might happen

Ran out of johnnies on my honeymoon and got pregnant. I was 23.

Nearly drowned when I was 8 - parents very ill (mum in hospital, dad confined to hotel room both with salmonella) so I had the run of the hotel solo. Ignored dad's warning about the pool and decided to sit dangling my feet into the deep end. Flip flop fell off and I leaned over to grab it, face planted into the pool and then sank like a stone. An observant man jumped in and rescued me, then made me sit with his daughter and wife for the rest of the afternoon until the shock wore off. He then gave me and his daughter swimming lessons over the next few days.

I've worked as a consular officer and seen plenty of other people's dramas and tragedies on holiday, people who paid lots of money to come on holiday but unfortunately didn't take out travel insurance trying to find funds for air ambulances or repatriation of a body.
Or people in hospital not understanding what was happening to them due to the language barrier.

On a lighter note no one ever wanted to be on duty when there was a football match involving a British team, guaranteed calls about lost passports, including one guy who'd left it in the hotel safe, rang to say someone had stolen it from the safe, I urged him to report when sober calmer and he rang the next day to say the thief must have put the passport back in the safe!

Pepper sprayed by Spanish police, so drunk it had no effect whatsoever. Think my bemused laughter must have broken them because they just walked away looking puzzled.

Then realised I had absolutely no idea which part of town I was in, couldn't remember the name of my hotel, but fortunately I've been blessed with an infallible inherent sense of direction, so spent the next half hour walking home, sobering up, in baking early morning sun, trying not to look like I was doing the walk of shame amongst the morning commuters.

Plenty of similar nights out in the UK, but they're never as memorable for some reason.

Having three Syrian soldiers point guns at us when DH ran a roadblock in Lebanon. I say “Stop the car”, he says “No, it’s fine”, I yell “Stop the fucking car, they’re pointing guns at us”. He stopped!

In his defence, we’d been through a number of roadblocks, and the controlling soldier would make a really low key sign, hand held low by leg, either hand slightly up for stop, or minor flick for continue.

Fortunately, after a minor discussion we were allowed to continue.

This was in 1995, the year Rabin (Israeli PM) was assassinated, the night it happened we were in Baalbek (Hezbolla Central) and the locals were heavily celebrating, lots of automatic fire... having spoken to our hotelier (he was checking out the situation via the BBC), we retreated to the bar and consumed vast amounts of gin!

Believe it or not, was our best ever holiday, such lovely people.

A rattlesnake in the car.

Held up at gunpoint during a bank raid in the south of France. Thankfully uninjured.

Arrived at our Norfolk Holiday cottage in July to find a couple outside trying to get in.
I'd been emailing the owner that morning so just got on with unpacking the car etc. Called her & told her about them.
Think they'd been scammed as they claimed to have booked via a site she didn't use.

For various reasons, a friend and I ended up skint at the railway station in Angers at 2.00 in the morning. No train home until 6.00. There was a tramp exposing himself in the waiting room and a man clearly high as a kite roaming the platforms with a knife in his hand. Obviously, we didn't really fancy hanging around in either location. We decided to wait in the railway buffet and hope that the person behind the bar didn't hassle us to buy something. It quickly became clear that the buffet was where the local working girls hung out when they were on a break. It also became clear that they were suspicious of us and thought we were intending to muscle in on their territory! We were getting very dirty looks and the tension was mounting, then one of them came over to us and sat down and demanded to know what we were doing there. When we explained what had happened, the atmosphere changed straight away. They were lovely to us, bought us drinks and a meal, chatted to us in between customers and made sure we got on the right train the next morning. I was only 20 at the time and it taught me never to judge people!

My husband got hit by a paraglider 2 hours before we were being picked up to go to the airport. That was fun!

Arrived at our Norfolk Holiday cottage in July to find a couple outside trying to get in.
I'd been emailing the owner that morning so just got on with unpacking the car etc. Called her & told her about them.
Think they'd been scammed as they claimed to have booked via a site she didn't use.

Hmmmm - they weren't from Mexico were they, coming over to visit their British friend who gave them some very handy tips when he was out there....?!

I misread the thread title and thought it was going to be a very boring discussion about travel currency for past holidays in Greece!

We were coming back home from visiting Israel and, at the airport in Tel Aviv, I think they'd had a security alert, as they unexpectedly made us wait in the queue for an unfathomably very long time, going absolutely nowhere. One poor lady told them that she had a very upset tummy and begged them to let her go to the toilet, but they refused and forced her to stay standing in line. She was wearing a glamorous (originally) white trouser suit which quickly gave the game away that she had most definitely not been lying about feeling extremely ill 💩

Went on first holiday with friends when I was 17. That is to say, my friend and I booked the hol with our then boyfriends. In the interim we then split up with said boyfriends but the holiday was booked so we went.

Was all fine for me as I was on friendly terms with my ex and ten years later we remain friends. But my friend and her ex had a massive bust up that was so bad she actually went home. I still wonder if something happened she didnt tell me about because it was a very extreme reaction.

I was angry at her for leaving me alone with just the guys the rest of the trip. In hindsight the friendship never quite recovered.

God where do I start? 🤣 ds aged 8 slipped at the side of the pool in Turkey and knocked himself unconscious. Cue very hot ambulance ride to hospital where he had a ct scan. Thankfully he was fine!
Different holiday a few years earlier. He had just learnt to swim so didn't have armbands on when an adult was in the pool with him. There was a pool foam party and all was great until the foam got out of hand. I lost him under it. I was shouting his name and frantically feeling under the foam for him. Thank god i got hold of him. Everyone else in the pool was oblivious. Still have nightmares now about both incidents!
Another holiday it was me! Waves in the sea were huge. I love that and thought I would have a go like a few others were. Walked to the end of the pier to go down the steps.There was 2 sets. I was stood at the top of 1 with my feet on the 2nd step down, about knee deep. This man was just approaching them when I got there. He was floating around and it took him ages to get hold of the railings at the other side. A big wave then came and I could feel the force of the water on my legs and realised quickly no way was it safe to go in. I went to lift my leg up to step back up and my hands slipped. I went straight down in the water and nearly under the pier. I am a very strong swimmer but was instantly thinking oh shit I'm in trouble now. I struggled to get hold of the railing again but managed to grab it after a few attempts.The waves were so powerful though I couldn't grab properly to get out. I was being dragged under the pier. I honestly thought I was going to drown. Something came over me and I said in my head you can do this! Wait for a gap in the waves. I wrapped my arms tightly round the railings and gripped as hard as I could. Then held my breath for what felt like ages as the waves swelled over my head completely. Then managed to drag myself up when it stopped momentarily. My bikini top was round my waist and bottoms down too! Omg I learnt my lesson though. Have never underestimated the power of the water since!

Is some journalist agency just collecting these en masse? We've had 'What drama have you had at a wedding?', 'What drama have you had at Christmas?' and 'What drama have you had on holiday?' so far. What next -- what drama have you had at A and E/on a hen weekend/in a pod on the London Eye/in Santa's grotto/while parachuting?

Rushed to hospital in an ambulance after a nasty allergic reaction to sun cream in Mallorca