Holiday nightmares

MackneyHackem

MackneyHackem

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The Loud Canadian thread got my reminiscing about an absolutely minging holiday I went on the Christmas before last in Mexico.

The flight was delayed for about 4 hours, we got on the plane to find there was no in-flight entertainment.

Flew into Cancun and due to traffic, roadworks and a lack of fuel the journey to the apartment took absolutely ages.

Got there and the apartment complex was in the middle of a building site. We'd been given the wrong code for the lockbox so we were sat outside the gaff waiting for someone to let us in. When they finally came they'd brought the wrong keys.

The kip was half finished. There was no kitchen tap so water just sprayed all over when you turned on the water. There had been a tropical storm so the roof terrace/bbq/hot tub were unusable. It had also knocked the hot water and the power out.

There was non-stop digging and hammering all day long. We both got food poisoning and were shitting and spewing all over. The place was swarming with loud Americans, everything cost a fortune.

I fell asleep in the sun and got sun stroke. We broke up when we got home.

Can anyone beat that?
 


MackneyHackem said:
The Loud Canadian thread got my reminiscing about an absolutely minging holiday I went on the Christmas before last in Mexico.

The flight was delayed for about 4 hours, we got on the plane to find there was no in-flight entertainment.

Flew into Cancun and due to traffic, roadworks and a lack of fuel the journey to the apartment took absolutely ages.

Got there and the apartment complex was in the middle of a building site. We'd been given the wrong code for the lockbox so we were sat outside the gaff waiting for someone to let us in. When they finally came they'd brought the wrong keys.

The kip was half finished. There was no kitchen tap so water just sprayed all over when you turned on the water. There had been a tropical storm so the roof terrace/bbq/hot tub were unusable. It had also knocked the hot water and the power out.

There was non-stop digging and hammering all day long. We both got food poisoning and were shitting and spewing all over. The place was swarming with loud Americans, everything cost a fortune.

I fell asleep in the sun and got sun stroke. We broke up when we got home.

Can anyone beat that?
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I’m in Spain and it’s raining
 
MackneyHackem said:
The Loud Canadian thread got my reminiscing about an absolutely minging holiday I went on the Christmas before last in Mexico.

The flight was delayed for about 4 hours, we got on the plane to find there was no in-flight entertainment.

Flew into Cancun and due to traffic, roadworks and a lack of fuel the journey to the apartment took absolutely ages.

Got there and the apartment complex was in the middle of a building site. We'd been given the wrong code for the lockbox so we were sat outside the gaff waiting for someone to let us in. When they finally came they'd brought the wrong keys.

The kip was half finished. There was no kitchen tap so water just sprayed all over when you turned on the water. There had been a tropical storm so the roof terrace/bbq/hot tub were unusable. It had also knocked the hot water and the power out.

There was non-stop digging and hammering all day long. We both got food poisoning and were shitting and spewing all over. The place was swarming with loud Americans, everything cost a fortune.

I fell asleep in the sun and got sun stroke. We broke up when we got home.

Can anyone beat that?
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I bet it was cheap though?
 
I went to Cyprus about 20 years ago. Like you our flight was delayed. When we got there we got the keys to our apartment which was about half a mile away. We were knackered when we got there.

Once in the rooms were full of dust from the building of a new road out the balcony. We complained and were told there was no more rooms but would send the cleaners. We walked back to discover our luggage was covered in dust. When the cleaner arrived she was flabbergasted by how much dust there was. She then complained to reception which then miraculously found a room so off we tottled with our dusty luggage half a mile to reception.

We were took to this other apartment but were told it was only for one night. As we were settling in I noticed these antenna like things sticking out from under the fridge. I got my fishing rod and wiggled it under the fridge. Now I done like cockroaches (shit scared of them) but this massive mouse sized fucker ran out from under the fridge and ran under the sofa which we were standing on. Fuck what do I do now? Me our lass (no) the daughter (no) all screamed in fear. The Mrs (no) got the courage to go to the phone and call reception. They sent a janitor who just laughed at us screaming as he chased around the room. Did we not want to stay in that room!

Later we went out for our dinners and upon returning back to our room we had only been burgled. We had only been on our hols for 4 hours and just wanted to come home 😩

We moved to our new apartment the next day so things did improve but there were bloody massive cockroaches all over due to the building work. Shit holiday all round the knars
 
We got stranded last year in New York when my wife received a message saying our seats on our return flight were no longer ours. It took 12 hours or so to sort it out, BA call centres were shockingly bad.
 
Don't think it beats HackneyMackem's but my trip to Florida in 2022 didn't exactly go according to plan. Flew from a miserable and wet Manchester in September, for one week in the parks for Halloween Horror nights with my daughter. Flew to Melbourne airport (not Australia) and decided to take the coach instead of hiring a car. Took an age to get to the hotel, starving and awake for over a day.

When on the coach we were told that a hurricane called Ian was on its way, and the parks were to be closed for obvious reasons. Get to the hotel and the queue for enquiries about the park were massive. Just wanted to check in and get some food, as it was nearly midnight there, and left my Manchester hotel about 7am UK time.

Spent the first three days of a 7 day holiday travelling to the hotel and then being in a paid version of lockdown. No leaving the main building. Worst bit was my view from the room was Universal Islands of Adventure. Lashed down for three days, woke up for 2 nights every hour with an emergency alert on my phone in English, then another in Spanish. Then it hit and was insane. I was amazed the parks even opened after those two days. Fully expected it to stay closed.

Got to the parks and they were even more crowded, as the state said there would be no school for the kids. Not complaining about the unavoidable, but I did feel sick as a chip for at least half of the week. Still enjoyed the second half though.
 
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Had a few misadventures (which are always good for a story when you get home) but no real nightmares. Regular travel teaches you to cope when things go wrong.

Lost my passport in Turkey which meant a couple of very stressful days before getting an emergency replacement from the consulate.

Wallet nicked in Spain but I always keep a spare card and emergency cash in my room so not that much of a problem. More of a pain cancelling and replacing the lost cards.

A few cuts and bruises (mostly alcohol related) but no hospital visits
 
MackneyHackem said:
The Loud Canadian thread got my reminiscing about an absolutely minging holiday I went on the Christmas before last in Mexico.

The flight was delayed for about 4 hours, we got on the plane to find there was no in-flight entertainment.

Flew into Cancun and due to traffic, roadworks and a lack of fuel the journey to the apartment took absolutely ages.

Got there and the apartment complex was in the middle of a building site. We'd been given the wrong code for the lockbox so we were sat outside the gaff waiting for someone to let us in. When they finally came they'd brought the wrong keys.

The kip was half finished. There was no kitchen tap so water just sprayed all over when you turned on the water. There had been a tropical storm so the roof terrace/bbq/hot tub were unusable. It had also knocked the hot water and the power out.

There was non-stop digging and hammering all day long. We both got food poisoning and were shitting and spewing all over. The place was swarming with loud Americans, everything cost a fortune.

I fell asleep in the sun and got sun stroke. We broke up when we got home.

Can anyone beat that?
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In a word Na
 
I went to Canada to meet some bloke I'd met on a porn forum back in 2009.
We'd only ever chatted on msn messenger and I'd only seen 1 picture.

Flight to Canada was good, got into the airport and I was taken to one side and questioned heavily about my stay, they asked questions about him and I only knew minimal stuff, but I'd remembered he was a painter and photographer (so they rang him and confirmed, he was waiting outside of the airport for me).

They also stamped my passport and put dates I had to leave by etc (I'd explained I was only there for a fortnight and I had a home and job to go back to).

Got outside and saw his white Pontiac Firebird (I'd been told about it / seen a pic), walked towards the car and he got out (had short grey hair and was missing a front tooth from an apparent ice hockey incident, he also looked about 20 years older than the pic I'd seen).

There's me getting into a strange man's car (who'd already lied to me), being taken back to his house and I'm thinking "please god don't let him be a serial killer").

Gets to his house, he shows me to a creepy bedroom and by the time I get out of the bedroom back to the living room he's introducing me to Marty who lived in his basement with his ma :lol: (I shit thee not :confused:).

Transpired Marty was getting catfished by some russian chicken who he'd already sent a grand to for a relatives funeral, I made sure he realised what was going on bless him.

Luckily everyone was cool, we smoked a load of pot and Warren even got the Sunderland games on for me as well as taking me to Niagara falls and Wonderland amusement park.

He also took me to his German parents house for a barbecue, his sister was there too. I said "Ahh you're the older sister?", she replied "is that what he's told you?" I just grimaced and realised he was full of shit.

Oh and the photography he did was pornographic in nature as he showed me all of his portfolios (not at his dad's barbecue obviously :confused::lol:).

In all fairness it was a mint holiday, I thoroughly enjoyed it 😎
 
look out piano said:
I went to Canada to meet some bloke I'd met on a porn forum back in 2009.
We'd only ever chatted on msn messenger and I'd only seen 1 picture.

Flight to Canada was good, got into the airport and I was taken to one side and questioned heavily about my stay, they asked questions about him and I only knew minimal stuff, but I'd remembered he was a painter and photographer (so they rang him and confirmed, he was waiting outside of the airport for me).

They also stamped my passport and put dates I had to leave by etc (I'd explained I was only there for a fortnight and I had a home and job to go back to).

Got outside and saw his white Pontiac Firebird (I'd been told about it / seen a pic), walked towards the car and he got out (had short grey hair and was missing a front tooth from an apparent ice hockey incident, he also looked about 20 years older than the pic I'd seen).

There's me getting into a strange man's car (who'd already lied to me), being taken back to his house and I'm thinking "please god don't let him be a serial killer").

Gets to his house, he shows me to a creepy bedroom and by the time I get out of the bedroom back to the living room he's introducing me to Marty who lived in his basement with his ma :lol: (I shit thee not :confused:).

Transpired Marty was getting catfished by some russian chicken who he'd already sent a grand to for a relatives funeral, I made sure he realised what was going on bless him.

Luckily everyone was cool, we smoked a load of pot and Warren even got the Sunderland games on for me as well as taking me to Niagara falls and Wonderland amusement park.

He also took me to his German parents house for a barbecue, his sister was there too. I said "Ahh you're the older sister?", she replied "is that what he's told you?" I just grimaced and realised he was full of shit.

Oh and the photography he did was pornographic in nature as he showed me all of his portfolios (not at his dad's barbecue obviously :confused::lol:).

In all fairness it was a mint holiday, I thoroughly enjoyed it 😎
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This is a thread about holiday nightmares iirc.
 

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