What's the worst start to a holiday you have had?

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Having to call maintenance out within 10 minutes of arriving due to no electricity

On arrival your boyfriend says "I don't like it here, I want to go home".

Shampoo leaked all over clothes in the checked suitcase when going to Lanzarote. Had to do washing all over again before I could even start wearing them. Luckily the villa had a decent washing machine and air drying was really easy.

That reminds me of one of our camping trips. A young family were in the tent next door and we heard the father’s shouting when their toddler weed all over him and his sleeping bag in the middle of the night. They were gone early the next morning.

EasyJet cancelled our flight as we were boarding. Couldn’t get us to our destination until the day we should have been coming home. We just had to go home.

Wrong fuel in the hire car.

Mine is very tame compared to some of these!!!
Heading to Cornwall for our annual trailer tent holiday with children aged 4, 2 and 10 weeks. Service stop #1 2 year old falls into a puddle but (then) smug me put him in the set of clean clothes I had in the car. 10 week old does explosive poo but hey, super-mum has a change of clothes!! service stop #2 10 week old does another explosive poo and 4 year old rolls in the mud but hey, supermum has a second change of clothes so all good however the weather is deteriorating rapidly, the two older ones are scrapping and traffic is building.
At stop #3, Jamaica Inn , I sat in the cafe feeding 10 week old, watching the rain blow horizontally across the moorland thinking 'do I really need this holiday?', baby sits up and burps back her entire feed down herself - supermum feeling decidedly pissed off with change of clothes #3 and upon arrival at the campsite after endless traffic for the previous 2 hours declares herself not bloody camping and to take us to a hotel.
Which was lovely - the most expensive family room in St Mawes for one night, but supermum didn't sleep, not because of children but because some twat (DH) opened the skylight and it rained, dripping directly onto my face and I couldn't find the pole thing to close it! Kids up at 5am which, if you've ever been to St Mawes, it horrendously early on a Sunday and we had to keep them quiet and occupied outside for 3 hours until breakfast.

We did have a lovely holiday in the end though

Got to the airport on the way out. Me, DH, DS (then 18 months). Opened my big bag to get something for DS. He threw up
inside the bag. Had to do
my best to wash stuff in the toilets before checking my bag in.

My baby DD vomited over the pushchair my son was in and in to my OPEN handbag as we were rushing to catch the Eurostar (she was in a sling and I leaned over the pushchair to get something and off she went). We stank out the carriage - the staff were trying their best but only had napkins and I used up all our baby wipes. Had to replace handbag. Same DD also vomited all over my son a few years later in the taxi from the airport. My poor son just had to sit there covered in vomit til we arrived at my sisters house. Ugh. (Mind you he had form too, upchucking milk all over the car as we pulled in to where we were staying after a four hour drive. Several other incidents of day trips cut short as he was quite prone to car sickness. He’s ok now!

After 12 hour flight, the entry was refused due to an error in the paperwork, i was put back on the return flight and had to sit on the tiny floding seat as the plane was full:(

Broke my ankle on the first morning of holiday in France, ended up in plaster. Had planned to use public transport but had to hire a car for a one way journey at vast expense. Also had to buy a pair of crutches!

Still managed a lovely holiday and contrary to the general view of the French, everyone we met was very helpful and concerned -kept being offered seats in shops and a stool to put my leg up on in cafes.

Arrived at destination to find that the double buggy had been wrecked in transit. My H told me to stay and sort it while he took DC (aged just 1 and just 3) on the coach to the hotel. So I stayed, empty airport as it was middle of the night, sorted the situation with the buggy and got a temporary replacement. Then I got a different coach to the hotel, sat on my own for over an hour on it. Arrived at the hotel to him with a face like thunder because he hadn’t been able to check in without me (like it was my fault). Check in included him signing a form then throwing a pen towards me in anger. Found out where the room was on the complex and we had to go down a steep path. I couldn’t manage the buggy and a suitcase down it (he had 2), so he stomped back up the path to then blame the shoes I was wearing. I stood in tears at how nasty he was being towards me, and a lovely French couple asked if I was ok and helped me down the path. The holiday went from bad to worse and when I got home, I found out he was having an affair. That’s when he became my ex husband.

When I landed in Italy got pulled over by customs with dogs and searched. My bf was pulling down his pants and bending over, gesturing for them to inspect his arsehole?!

Then once escaped from that, got on the train to the main city, within five minutes I had my wallet with all my cash and cards robbed.

So we had to sleep in the street. Then these guys tried to rob us in our sleep but we fended them off. The police came but couldn't speak English so left.

This was day one...of a ten day trip. Believe it or not it turned out to be quite fun in the end!

Years ago now on a flight to Crete we had to make an emergency landing in Italy.

One minute I’m watching the inflight movie, the next the oxygen masks have dropped down, we’re headed downwards pretty sharpish and the cabin crew are rushing back to their seats.

Once we’d landed they explained what had happened and it wasn’t anything particularly bad, issue with the door I think and we had to drop down to a certain height but completely terrifying at the time.

Had to get on a flight to continue our journey to Crete and then fly home 2 weeks later. On the flight home you could tell who had been on the same flight out as we were all fixed to the safety announcements and gripping our arm rests for dear life.

These are returns but both came at the end of terrible holidays! Flight back from Sardinia in the early 90’s in October. Weather not great but all going ok until stewards started moving children to the back of the plane and putting blankets around them. They’re now rushing up and down the aisle and open the door to the flight deck and smoke billows out.
Circle over the sea dumping fuel as it’s too heavy and then an emergency landing in Brindisi in the dark, chased down the runway by fire engines.
Bus to a hotel, 3 hours sleep and then back to the airport, back onto the same place. Each seat explained a small fire but plane checked and passed to fly. Quite a few people decided not to fly back and were looking to hire cars and drive back.
Following year flight back from Greece and about an hour before we were due to land in Gatwick the plane drops several hundred feet very quickly and all the oxygen masks drop down. Plane is swaying a lot and no one allowed out of seats. Asked to get into the brace position as we land in Gatwick but due to heavy fog the landing is abandoned and we are then diverted to Heathrow.

I didn’t fly for a a few years after that.

Just me and toddler DD flying from Finland to the uk for a holiday. Had agreed the trip with my ex and he signed a letter giving me permission to take DD out of the country.
Have to go through passport control to leave, showed our passports and got asked to go with the border guard to a backroom and he said we couldn't fly because my ex had called border control and put an alert on DD's passport. I burst into tears, showed the signed letter and the guard told me to wait. He returned ages later, said he had called my ex and ex gave no decent reason for refusing travel so he was going to overrule it. By this time we had missed our flight of course but the lovely border guard spoke with Finnair and got us on the next flight with no charge.

Flying Melbourne to London, me and 2 DC, at the gate, called to queue for boarding.....and then a man emerges and tells us the plane has a cracked windscreen and we're going nowhere. (Very glad they found it while the plane was on the ground!) We get moved onto the same flight 24 hours later and head home for the night. Late on I get an email with the new confirmation and they've allocated us seats on 3 different rows, only thing I could do at the time was reply to the email to complain, there's no way my very shy 10 year old would have coped sitting with a stranger for nearly 24 hours. Give the airline their due, a manager found us in the check in queue and said he'd reallocated us to the seats I'd reserved on the original flight. The delay meant we didn't get a rest day on arrival as planned and pretty much went straight to a matinee theatre booking which DD10 slept through.

Arrived at a self catering cottage to find a massive infestation iof earwigs.

4am -due to leave when I look up at the kitchen ceiling and see it sagging downwards (wasn't like that the night before) and no sign of leak in bathroom (was a hidden leak); no time to get plumber etc in so had to call friend later in day to get it sorted. Set out, half way to airport starts snowing heavily, traffic all crawling along, obviously going to be late for check in. Arrive at airport ten minutes after check in closes - told to leg it to the gate and do not stop. Get to gate, jump on plane, sit and wait, plane is now late as they are struggling to de-ice all the planes for take-off. Hour later they closed the airport, but the only thing that went my way was that we were literally the last plane out.

Oh, and was in such a rush that I left an unopened can of coke in the car, and it froze and defrosted, froze and defrosted while I was away until it exploded all over the inside of the car.

have told this one before but…

Driving back down South after a trip to Yorkshire, with DH, DSD3 and DSD11. Stopped at Cambridge services for the loo, took DSD3 in with me. She merrily had a wee, and was stood in front of me chatting away non stop as three year olds do, while I went.

Then she stopped, look straight at me as I’m mid-pee in a service station toilet cubicle, and vomited in the gusset of my round-my-knees knickers. Then again down my skinny jeans (this was a decade ago lol) clad shins, and again into my handbag.

Knicks went in the bin, jeans were wiped as best as possible, and the remaining journey was done knickerless in skinnies, which is not a comfortable place to be.

She skipped out of the loos happy as Larry, even asked for a happy meal as she bounced past macdonalds!

It has gone down in family history as the most unpleasant vomit and travel scenario, by which all are measured 😂

Currently on holiday 400 miles from home (albeit, still UK thankfully). Clutch went 40 miles before we got to our destination, having driven 10 hours. Just about limped it here, then the AA took the car to the garage the day after where it remains. Hopefully we can collect it tomorrow as we’re going home Friday!

Aurigny cancelling the flight to Guernsey. Went somewhere else entirely. Still haven't made it to Guernsey.

And another time flying with small DDs. They just brought in the liquids rule. Queued at Gatwick from the moment we got in the airport until we got on the plane at fuck o'clock as well, no leisurely bookshop browsing or cup of coffee and croissant.

On the way back the passport control queue was so badly organised, and there were so many people that we actually lost toddler DD2 for a few minutes in the crowd. Then we waited an hour for our bags.

I seriously didn't want to fly again after that, had the holiday in between not been so lovely we might not have for some time.

Kidney stones which started I started feeling sick with at the hotel night before flight. Went from security queue to being blue lighted to nearest uk hospital. But a full stop to that holiday.

Arrived in Italy.
2 hours later DH robbed in Naples.
I know, I know!
Still is my favourite European country though.