Horror holiday stories

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Posting in AIBU for traffic. Currently holed up in a hotel abroad - lovely weather, people playing happily in the pool outside and good vibes all around. Apart from the fact that both my kids have successively succumbed to the worst stomach bug I’ve ever known them to have - one after the other. Hours of compulsive vomiting, reaching, diarrhoea and now general malaise. I’ve just sent DH off to the supermarket to find antibacterial spray, and other hardcore cleaning products. I am sat here, for the fourth day in a row on the balcony watching other people have a holiday. I’m so gutted for the kids.

I was recalling all the holidays we’ve been on as a family for the past 7 yrs or so and I honestly cannot remember a time where no-one either puked, had the runs, or some other awful dehabilitating virus that fucked it, if not completely then for a good majority of time. Then we all get better the morning we go home. Please come and tell me your godawful holiday stories as I can read them today in between the vomiting and remember that I’m not alone

Yes-we both paid our fair share

Never again-the only person ill go away with from now on is dp

Not exactly horror but I can’t remember a single holiday with my little kids where it didn’t rain. So after one memorable holiday in Cornwall where there was heavy rain for a solid 2 weeks we said never again and decided to go into debt just to afford AI holidays abroad.

They were always crap too - sunbed fights at dawn, basic food, miles from the beach, stings and skin flare ups from the sea, never a proper bed for our third child, having to buy whole sets of cases each year just to fit the airline requirements etc.

Other families always seemed to breeze through it all - not us. It was as if the universe was telling us we weren’t meant to have holidays. Now the kids have left and they do their own thing. It’s such a shame as I don’t recall one nice single family holiday. Just a series of disappointing ones.

The dreaded chicken pox on holiday - that and norovirus/flu with kids 🤮

@Screamingabdabz

I think you’re me 🤪

I have found my people! 🙃 😂

It feels like almost every holiday at least one of us is sick. My DD has severe asthma and we have had to leave several holidays early because of it.

One of the worst holiday illness incidents was actually pre-kids. Had a terrible stomach bug for all two weeks of our honeymoon. Had to go to hospital for dehydration!

Oh yes, absolutely this too!

Holidays hardly ever live up to expectations. Often bad weather, cramped conditions, too much greasy food, the 24/7ness of no break from family (I love them dearly, but.. 🙄) etc.

Part of the problem now is that cost of holidays is so high so naturally we all expect a lot from them, when the reality is that it is just parenting in a different place.

I have realised I enjoy planning a family holiday. The golden utopia of what could be. The reality never lived up to the expectation 🤣

It's always the excitement of the expectations of a holiday rather than the reality when you're there. We are just back from a week at a holiday lodge and we had rain, sleet, snow, wind and more rain. Storm Dave wrecked havoc and our lodge flooded so we had to move lodges after the first day. Then my 7 year old started being sick during the night. Thankfully it seemed to be a 24hr thing and he was fine the next day. Then for the last 3 days I've had a rotten cold, really bad and just couldn't sleep, feverish, choked up, coughing, retching, the works. DH had to sleep on the couch of the lodge to let me sleep and the covers were soaked in my sweat. We'd already had to request new bedding due to DC1 being sick so felt guilty asking again.

Home now and don't feel like we really had a holiday. However, not to be put off we will be planning our summer one tomorrow! 🤣

At the moment I am actually considering that.
I keep getting random swelling with no "source' that I can think of.

Ive been putting on 10lb overnight and then a day or 2 later its gone

Or my face will look not at all like my face, then the next day its a different face, the next its my face again.

I was sent to a&e by my GP - i have other autoimmune disorders which make them hand me off. There is was given 2 lots of antihistamines and told to keep taking them and get a blood test.
The GP wont do the blood test (money)
So im now in limbo....Will probably have to pay privately

Thank you for your suggestion - its made me rethink and put more priority on this

(I may have changed user name in this reply...im not sure lol)

No, of course you're not a criminal or reprobate - I never said you were.
I was simply replying initially to a poster who asked why there is a lot of judgement towards tattoo'd folk and I was sharing my honest answer as to how I was brought up to view people with tattoos when I was growing up in the 1980s....and back then I did only see tattoos on criminal types - like I said I obviously lived a sheltered life and didn't know better.I don't think it's appropriate for to you judge me for judging "a whole section of people" when I was 6 yrs old....lol....I was a child who tend to see things in black and white.
I also love diversity....now....as an adult.....but still think tattoos don't look particularly nice on anyone over a certain age. Sorry. That's just my opinion. Im not judging the person/wouldn't not be friends with someone because of tattoos....I quite like a full sleeve on a man and think they can look v artistic etc....but I still think they can look a bit aggressive on a woman....just my opinion. But if you like them, great, they're just not for me

Exactly. The saving, the loans, putting a calendar on the fridge to tick off the days from one year to the next. We got a loan every year as there were 6 of us.

And something always happened, sickness. Teenagers sneaking a drink, two daughters being pestered by barmen. Husband broke a tooth chewing peanuts and cost a fortune to fix.

One year our cat died in the kennels while we were away. My son vomited over the curtains in our apartment and we had to wash them and hang them out the window. We were delayed one year for 24 hours with three sprogs and a baby and didnt have it in the budget for a hotel so slept in the airport.

Thirty years later though, sitting round the table on a Sunday, they now have partners and children, and when we talk about those times they loved it all!

Op i hope you feel better very soon x

Maybe it is the water? Only use bottled water abroad, even for brushing teeth. Don't have drinks with ice in either. Been doing this for years and touch wood managed to avoid most bugs.

This might be outing but we took DC to Combe Haven for a long weekend when DC1 was 3 and DC2 was 4 months. I got bitten to death by bedbugs. Had a severe allergic reaction and ended up in hospital the following weekend.

Last year we went to another holiday park at the end of August which was lovely but the DC were so badly behaved all we did was tell them off and threaten to drive home. DC1 flooded one of the Bathrooms and it was just a nightmare.

We have had many holiday disasters. Mainly campervan related.

We had set out for the south of France with a friend travelling behind in a car. They were going to pitch their small tent beside our van as a pup tent. Just outside of Paris our van started overheating and we had to get hauled off the autoroute late on a Saturday afternoon. We were dumped at a garage that wanted to lock us in a compound with our van until the Monday when they would start ringing round for parts. The international rescue people managed to get us into a hotel for a few days. Hotel was middle of nowhere, no hire car and we literally had carrier bags full of our essentials. Our friend carried on to the south. The garage managed to get the parts for Tuesday and we set off again. 5hrs later the van breaks down again with the same problem. Another 48hrs in a nasty hotel. We were between Dijon and Lyon and there were awful flood warnings so we decided to head back to Calais and just get the van back to the uk. The campsite wouldn’t let friend into the site without us and I felt awful that they then had to scrabble about to find an alternative. The drive back to Calais was horrendous as the vehicle was still running hot and I had my heart in my mouth the whole way. We stopped in aires a couple of times overnight but I didn’t sleep for worrying the engine wouldn’t start in the morning.

We went in a new motohome to Wales. We were driving in Snowdonia when we got the call that MIL had suddenly died. The call came through the Bluetooth hands free speaker connection and I have no idea how my DH managed to keep calm turn around and drive home. A couple of months later we we heading back off the ferry from Ireland in the same motorhome and got another call to say FIL had died, again DH somehow managed to keep it together and get us home.

Last summer, we were about to take the motorhome on the Ferry to France again and the fuel pump failed. Couldn’t get a replacement part in time, lost out of Ferry crossing to St Malo and the campsite. Ended up booking a last minute holiday flying to Tenerife, in the worst hotel (Laguna Park 2 anyone?!) in a heatwave with no air con. Woke up most mornings to the sound of people vomiting on the tiles outside and the smell of weed all day everyday.

At this point we all need to reflect on the poor sods who ever went to Pontins at Camber Sands.
We are localish. It's been abandoned for 3 years and it's probably only marginally worse now. If I was ever on a holiday that was poor, id make myself feel better by reading the trip advisor reviews for Pontins, Camber Sands. They are still there in all their glory.

Just read some reviews. Unbelievable!

When I was 18/19 I went to Falaraki with 2 friends. It had been my 19th birthday the day before, so we decided that night just to go for some food and have an early night, as we
were all tired. When we returned to the most dodgey place, where we were staying. We had been burgled. We had to walk in to town and flag a police car down. They took everything, so my mum had to send money to my friends bank account as her card was all we had left. It was mid way through the holiday, so I spent the second week anxious and scared, and wanting to go home. My friend shoutted at me for crying to my mum on the phone, as I was making her worry. That was a teletext holiday.

Another holiday was to India, where they were searching everyone as they were boarding the plane after going through security, as we were leaving, as they had a tip off that a bomber was getting on a plane. Luckily we didn't know that was why until we returned home. We also experienced the worse fog I'd ever seen during that trip, we could hardly see the Taj Mahal because of the fog.

When dc were little we went to one of the Spanish islands. At the airport coming home I felt a bit sick, but put it down to nerves as I don't enjoy flying. By the time we got to passport control in the U.K I was trying not to vomit. I left dh, my dc, parents and sister getting the bags as I ran off being sick. We got a mini bus back to where we left the car park, where I was sick again. I vomitted all the way home, which was about an hour away. As we were approaching home dh started to feel sick, and threw up as soon as we got home. We both ate the chicken from the all inclusive buffet at lunch time before leaving.

Ah, Pontins Camber Sands, fond memories. Went in the 70's regularly. I remember the announcements in the main entertainment area 'baby in chalet 89 is crying' etc. The entertainment was great, live wrestling, singing. Kids were allowed to run riot, myself included. Seeing the grown-up's get tipsy and silly.

Did a Skegness Butlins trip with my DH several years ago. The mattress has a horrible plastic turquoise cover on it. I felt like a prostitute. The doors had been punched. Stunk of fags even though no smoking allowed. The main dining area was horrendous, dirty, food on the floor. I remember having a cup of tea and it tasted of kippers. It was all so awful we left early. Never again.

Omg some of these are awful.
Mine was getting food poisoning on the flight to Mallorca along with my 1 year old. Can’t even pinpoint what we both ate.

Managed to hold out on the plane but knew something was brewing.
We got to the hotel and within three hours all hell broke loose.
My ds started to be violently sick, I was so ill I was hallucinating.
I thought I lost all dignity during child birth but I was so ill that dh put me half naked on a towel on the bathroom floor so he could deal with DS.

He ended up taking ds to A&E, I was feeling a bit better but had to stay with my 8 year old.
She literally looked after me.

I was also still breastfeeding ds to sleep and so close to stopping, which I was so pleased about. Ds so sick that my supply then went nuts as he started to feed more, so I was then very close to having mastitis.
DH had to latch ds onto me as I was too week to hold him along with checking I hadn’t passed out in the shower when I was trying to express milk from my engorged boobs!

The staff at the hotel were amazing, moved us to a bigger room. They checked on us and got me hydration drinks, some really good heat and ice packs for my boobs and I was also lent a hand pump by a member of staff. It really was women looking after women.
They took dd to the kids club for us and made such a fuss of her.
After 3 days felt much better and so was ds but spent the whole holiday being asked how I was.

We went back the following year, welcomed like family and repeatedly told me how I was remembered as the sick woman and spent the whole year wondering what happened to me, I was the stuff of legends 🤦‍♀️

@Chipsfordinnerthat's quite heart warming. Your dh sounds like a good one, and the hotel staff!

I did a month driving across America with my DH. It was amazing and we're planning another one. There was a couple of scary hours where there was a freak snowstorm and as I was driving I was genuinely going to say I'm flying home (we were only about a week in at that point). But once we got to where we were going, I took a breath, we adjusted plans to avoid the second wave coming through and it was fine.

Yes, did one from New York to Boston about 20 years ago, with DH & 2 friends - went well except I was the only one to remember my driving licence, so I had to do all the driving! Did it over about 4 days, made the others navigate, it was relatively easy except some of the hotels we'd booked were in less salubrious neighbourhoods!

When i was 18 i won some holiday vouchers at a nightclub. So me and my then boyfriend booked a week's 18-30s holiday to kos

Night 1 I slipped over at a foam party and broke my wrist.

He got very offended by the fact I was now in plaster and went off with two girls we had made friends with for 2 nights leaving me and my broken wrist in our self catering accommodation alone.

Came back and I had no self respect at that age and stayed with him for 3 more months before he dumped me for someone else

Not my story but some years ago we were in Turkey and noticed a young girl around the hotel/pool on her own and looking miserable. I got talking to her and it transpired that she had been abandoned by her friend a few days into their two week holiday. Said friend had almost immediately decided that she couldn’t bear to be without her boyfriend so had called him and he had flown over to be with her. So friend and boyfriend were gadding about on their own every day leaving this poor girl alone. She even moved him into their hotel room. What a shitty thing to do.