Holiday nightmares

My brother arrived in Krakow the day they went in lockdown. Spent the weekend confined to his hotel and then flew back at the end of the “holiday”.

My mam went to fly to Krakow when all restrictions had been lifted except for the fact you needed the neg test before you flew. She drove to her sisters so they could fly from Glasgow. Got a test at a Randox centre the same day. Travelled to the airport and as she got through security got the text to say she was positive. She had zero symptoms and felt fine but nevertheless they said she couldn’t fly.
 


Took the family on an independently booked holiday to Santa Susanna in 2009. Easyjet flights to Barcelona and booked the 4 star hotel (half board) direct on line.

Got the train from the airport to Barcelona Sants then had to get a train to Santa Susanna from there. I guessed summat was wrong when the train started heading inland towards Sabadel instead of along the coast and a quick chat with a bloke at the next station confirmed it. Waited for an age for the next train back to Sants and then another age for the correct train to the resort. Eventually got there about 3 hours later than expected to find they'd given our room away cos they thought we weren't turning up! After a bit of a barney they eventually put us up in their 3 star sister hotel up the road. Told us we wouldn't be getting any food cos we were too late.

Got talking to a bloke from Liverpool in the bar that night who informed us the hotel was AI so why were we buying drinks? Went to reception and asked to be upgraded to AI as they had gave our room away at a superior 4 star. Refused point blank, went to bed.

Got up the next day and had a mosie on up to the rooftop pool. After about an hour you could see it was infested with the absolute dregs of society. Northern Irish bloke had a massive argument with his wife then disappeared. Never saw him again and it transpired he'd jumped on the first plane back to Belfast. His missus was like a dog in heat for the next couple of days, latching on to a bloke from C-L-S with her three kids in tow. Another scummy bastard smoking by the pool (even though it was forbidden) decided the best way to extinguish his fag ends was to chuck them in the pool. Eventually he was approached by the hotel staff, he denied it, had a big bust up and wasn't seen again.

Went back to reception, demanded rooms in my original hotel, was told there was still none available. Suck it up. In the evening we were sitting in the bar when a bunch of scruffy people from Newcastle with obligatory unwashed footy tops on sat next to us. Told us quite proudly they were unemployed and got a good deal to come to this hotel a few times a year. Had a son who was mid-teens but very autistic (so they said) and needed constant supervision. Not particularly nice company so we made our excuses and ended up with the Scouse bloke from the day before. Newcastle mob weren't happy and came across and called us stuck-up Mackem bastards. Later in the evening eldest daughter who was 11 yo at the time comes running up to us a bit upset. Asked what was wrong and the autistic mag son had followed her to the lift to our room, got in and started propositioning her. Walked over to the mag family and had a massive ding dong. Hotel staff intervened, kid denied it. Hotel staff looked at CCTV and there he was, getting in on the ground floor with her then getting out on the first floor and harassing her all the way back down the stairs to the lobby. Mag family asked to leave. Lots more abuse directed at us.

The next morning we went to the reception and were told rooms were now available in the original hotel. Checked in there and the food was dreadful. Ended up eating out every morning, noon and night in the only decent place owned by a mag. Last day there we went in a shop in a mall to get some oddments. Youngest daughter (7) picked summat off the floor. Within seconds a female shop assistant darted for her, grabbed her hand, smacked it and accused her of trying to shoplift (we hadn't even tried to leave the shop). This caused an almighty commotion between the missus and the assistant, she pressed an alarm and two burly security guards ran in and pinned me to the floor. After a bit the police turned up. Asked what happened, explained and the police admonished the shop assistant, apologised to us and told us we were free to go.

Only happy part of the holiday was sitting in a bar watching the Mags and Boro get relegated. Santa Susanna is the shittiest place I've ever been. Beach was cut off from the resort by a rail line and was full of sharp shells etc so you couldn't walk on it bare foot. Ended up booking another holiday when we got back to get over the stress.
 
Paddy O'Dors said:
Took the family on an independently booked holiday to Santa Susanna in 2009. Easyjet flights to Barcelona and booked the 4 star hotel (half board) direct on line.

Got the train from the airport to Barcelona Sants then had to get a train to Santa Susanna from there. I guessed summat was wrong when the train started heading inland towards Sabadel instead of along the coast and a quick chat with a bloke at the next station confirmed it. Waited for an age for the next train back to Sants and then another age for the correct train to the resort. Eventually got there about 3 hours later than expected to find they'd given our room away cos they thought we weren't turning up! After a bit of a barney they eventually put us up in their 3 star sister hotel up the road. Told us we wouldn't be getting any food cos we were too late.

Got talking to a bloke from Liverpool in the bar that night who informed us the hotel was AI so why were we buying drinks? Went to reception and asked to be upgraded to AI as they had gave our room away at a superior 4 star. Refused point blank, went to bed.

Got up the next day and had a mosie on up to the rooftop pool. After about an hour you could see it was infested with the absolute dregs of society. Northern Irish bloke had a massive argument with his wife then disappeared. Never saw him again and it transpired he'd jumped on the first plane back to Belfast. His missus was like a dog in heat for the next couple of days, latching on to a bloke from C-L-S with her three kids in tow. Another scummy bastard smoking by the pool (even though it was forbidden) decided the best way to extinguish his fag ends was to chuck them in the pool. Eventually he was approached by the hotel staff, he denied it, had a big bust up and wasn't seen again.

Went back to reception, demanded rooms in my original hotel, was told there was still none available. Suck it up. In the evening we were sitting in the bar when a bunch of scruffy people from Newcastle with obligatory unwashed footy tops on sat next to us. Told us quite proudly they were unemployed and got a good deal to come to this hotel a few times a year. Had a son who was mid-teens but very autistic (so they said) and needed constant supervision. Not particularly nice company so we made our excuses and ended up with the Scouse bloke from the day before. Newcastle mob weren't happy and came across and called us stuck-up Mackem bastards. Later in the evening eldest daughter who was 11 yo at the time comes running up to us a bit upset. Asked what was wrong and the autistic mag son had followed her to the lift to our room, got in and started propositioning her. Walked over to the mag family and had a massive ding dong. Hotel staff intervened, kid denied it. Hotel staff looked at CCTV and there he was, getting in on the ground floor with her then getting out on the first floor and harassing her all the way back down the stairs to the lobby. Mag family asked to leave. Lots more abuse directed at us.

The next morning we went to the reception and were told rooms were now available in the original hotel. Checked in there and the food was dreadful. Ended up eating out every morning, noon and night in the only decent place owned by a mag. Last day there we went in a shop in a mall to get some oddments. Youngest daughter (7) picked summat off the floor. Within seconds a female shop assistant darted for her, grabbed her hand, smacked it and accused her of trying to shoplift (we hadn't even tried to leave the shop). This caused an almighty commotion between the missus and the assistant, she pressed an alarm and two burly security guards ran in and pinned me to the floor. After a bit the police turned up. Asked what happened, explained and the police admonished the shop assistant, apologised to us and told us we were free to go.

Only happy part of the holiday was sitting in a bar watching the Mags and Boro get relegated. Santa Susanna is the shittiest place I've ever been. Beach was cut off from the resort by a rail line and was full of sharp shells etc so you couldn't walk on it bare foot. Ended up booking another holiday when we got back to get over the stress.
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Bloody hell !
 
Arrived in Benidorm, sitting round the pool on the first day, heard a scream and turned to see a lad falling off the 8th floor balcony and landing on the concrete beside us. We had to comfort him, get an ambulance, find the rep and deal with the local TV when they arrived. He died in hospital.
Actually the rep was a Sunderland lad, might post on here?
 
ontap said:
1. 20 odd years ago. wife and I flew to Florida with AA. Arrived in Miami around 2.15 in the afternoon. We had a flight connection to Orland at 6.30.
We were still queueing to get thru immagration at 6.00pm.
Eventually we get thru , flight has gone. Woman at AA desk says "come back in the morning and we will rebook you".
Wife politely tells her to come up with something better if she wants to keep all that dental work.
She books 10 of us an AA flight to Tampa leaving 9.00pm .
"How far is Tampa from Orlando " I ask.
"90 miles sir"
One of the brits gets on his phone and books a self drive mini bus . $75 each , 9 brits and one young lad from Chile who didn't speak a word of english and no one knew how he had tagged on.
Droped us off about 4.00am at hotel.
I paid the Chilians share , he had no dosh and no hotel booked. We just dropped him off at the side of the road.
It pissed down none stop for the entire week we were there.
2. At Alicante airport about to fly home on a 6.30pm flight. Flight delayed 3hrs.Then , 2hrs more. We were given a dry cheese baguette ( no butter/marg). Eventually they tell us the pilot had been hit on the head by a flap that had come down as he was walking from a plane he had arrived on.
Medical people refused to let him fly for 48hrs.
So, around 1.00am , a couple of coaches arrived and after getting our luggage back we were bussed to a hotel in Alicante that was closed for the winter season. They opened a free bar for two hours which didn't cost em much as I at 50 was just about the youngest on the plane.
Next morning back to airport and everybody was queueing by the bus to get their cases back.
I jumped up like "the man" and started dragging them out and sliding them behind me.
Our lass shouted just as a case hit an old fella , must have been well into his 70's. he went backwards and about 15 of em all went down like dominoes .
I kept a low profile on the flight home.
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It's your own fault for going by the AA - they are OK with car breakdowns but I would never use them for transatlantic flights.
 
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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Jesus wept. You win mate.
 
Dave Herbal said:
Arrived in Benidorm, sitting round the pool on the first day, heard a scream and turned to see a lad falling off the 8th floor balcony and landing on the concrete beside us. We had to comfort him, get an ambulance, find the rep and deal with the local TV when they arrived. He died in hospital.
Actually the rep was a Sunderland lad, might post on here?
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Bloody hell that’s grim mate
 
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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Sounds like one of those situations in life where it turns out alright in spite of everything else 😄
 
Dave Herbal said:
Arrived in Benidorm, sitting round the pool on the first day, heard a scream and turned to see a lad falling off the 8th floor balcony and landing on the concrete beside us. We had to comfort him, get an ambulance, find the rep and deal with the local TV when they arrived. He died in hospital.
Actually the rep was a Sunderland lad, might post on here?
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Bloody hell. Grim that mate. 😕
 
We used to enjoy camping in Europe and one year went for a couple of weeks towards the south of France.

Half-way through the stay it suddenly dawned on us that we didn’t enjoy camping anymore. Loaded everything into the car and took a slow journey back up, stopping off at hastily booked hotels on the way trying to find things to do. I got to see where Napoleon had a shit.

Not a nightmare I suppose, certainly not compared to some of the other tales here, but we could have done with realising this before driving halfway across France.
 
I was thinking id never had a bad one.

Then remembered my honeymoon, nearly lost an eye n spend a week in solitary at sland eye infirmary once landed. Drips every hour even through the night. Couldnt attend aunties funeral.

Aye that wasnt the best! 😂
 

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