Holiday nightmares

MackneyHackem said:
I've probably had more misses than hits with Airbnbs over the years come to think of it.
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I've given up on AirBnb. Had some good ones but overall the risks and hassle don't make it worth it. At least with hotels you know there is going to be a reception and you don't have to hang around on street corners waiting for a stranger to approach you with a key.
 


BMX Bandit said:
£49 each for a week. Flights, hotel, transfer, ski passes and ski hire.
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£49 for all of that! For nowt.
Darlo1973 said:
I've given up on AirBnb. Had some good ones but overall the risks and hassle don't make it worth it. At least with hotels you know there is going to be a reception and you don't have to hang around on street corners waiting for a stranger to approach you with a key.
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Never had a bad one yet. But you get what you pay for generally.
 
BiG said:
Heard of him. Nice bloke. Had tea with him. Haven’t heard a lot of his stuff except for, as is typical of blokes of my age “Thank Christ For The Bomb” and especially “Split” (the album and the song - Split part 2) and the song ‘Cherry Red’ that a load of club bands covered in CIU clubs in the early 70s.
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Sadly Tony passed away last June mate.
 
Goat Eyes said:
£49 for all of that! For nowt.

Never had a bad one yet. But you get what you pay for generally.
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Aye. Her work were starting out a new ski resorts thing and asked if we wanted to go for discounted price. Was class. Skiing and boozing and spewing and kidnapping all for next to nowt.
Might have been £69 now I think about it.
 
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Went on holiday to Salut with the parents as a youngun.

Made friends with a lad who had a hell of a bb gun, told us hed bought it from a shop down the street.

So off we went with our pocket money to get our own and walked out with a very realistic bb gun.

Unbeknowst to us in the 30 minutes we were gone 2 russian lasses were robbed at gunpoint by 3 lads right outside our hotel.

Cue us three youngins cluelessy strolling up to our hotel that was crawling with police, with our bb guns in hand.
 
Thewper1 said:
We were canny skint in the late 90's having not that long been married and having to be sensible home owners etc.

Saw an advert for an Italian holiday via Shearings Coaches. All inclusive, nice little coastal resort (San Remo iirc)....seemed like a really good option.

Coach picked us up at park lane, made a couple of other stops and by the time we were on the A1, was only maybe 20 people on and loads of room....class I thought!

Couple of hours later, we went to what I recall being similar to sheep holding pen somewhere in the midlands, where we left the NE coach and were herded onto the one for our trip, along with the similar groups from over the UK.....coach was rammed, and it was another 24 hrs to the destination.

The novelty had well and truly worn off at about 4am, somewhere in France, stuck on that coach, hot, stinking and uncomfortable, sick of my life, everyone else seemed to be akip including the Mrs ($19.99) who'd had a nytol.....It got so bad that I wanted the driver to pull over and let me off, fuck my luggage, fuck the holiday, fuck Italy.....but persevered and once it got light and we stopped for a bit, I rallied and toughed out the remaining 12 hours.

The Holiday itself was ace....small hotel, great food with a load of seafood, and unlimited Moretti (before it was available over here) on tap...oh and also found a little shop that stocked Stone Island (PM if want knocking out) so I was content....but....couldn't really enjoy the last couple of days due to the impending journey home.

That day came, and I decided to join the Mrs on the Nytol and Red wine diet on the coach......got about an hour down the road, supped me wine, took me nytol and waited.....started actually feeling sleepy, and before long was akip......next thing I know, we were stopping...it was light...gerrin I thought, I've slept through the night and we're 12hrs closer to home.......NAH MATE....we're at a f***ing famous Nougat shop about 2 hrs in, wasn't even out of cunting Italy....wanted to strangle the driver and gan proper Michael Douglas in falling down!

The rest of the journey home, was the same as the journey there, and when we were stood at a stop somewhere in Middle England, waiting for the feeder coach to the North East, I made the Mrs promise, that no matter how poor we were, no matter how much we wanted to go somewhere, and no matter how good the price seemed, we would never ever ever ever consider that type of holiday again.

I still shudder when I see a blue Shearings coach to this day.
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My Mam wanted to go a European Christmas market, so Dad booked a coach trip to Prague. They had a similar uncomfortable journey but it was freezing cold all the way.

Mam can't stand fast food. They stopped for breakfast somewhere on route where the only option was a McDonalds and they didn't serve breakfast like they do here. I remember getting an angry text from her complaining because she was having to eat a sodding BigMac for breakfast 😂

He also wanted to book the ferry to Amsterdam for a family trip for her 60th, which would have been in December with two four year olds and a pregnant sister-in-law. Managed to persuade him to book a weekend at Centre Parcs instead as that's more family friendly!
 
Becs said:
My Mam wanted to go a European Christmas market, so Dad booked a coach trip to Prague. They had a similar uncomfortable journey but it was freezing cold all the way.

Mam can't stand fast food. They stopped for breakfast somewhere on route where the only option was a McDonalds and they didn't serve breakfast like they do here. I remember getting an angry text from her complaining because she was having to eat a sodding BigMac for breakfast 😂

He also wanted to book the ferry to Amsterdam for a family trip for her 60th, which would have been in December with two four year olds and a pregnant sister-in-law. Managed to persuade him to book a weekend at Centre Parcs instead as that's more family friendly!
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:) She should have just packed a loaf of tuna and egg sarnies like it seemed the rest of the coach did :)
 
zinedine said:
The winner.
Nobody will beat that unless they've been to Barrow in Furness.
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I stayed in Birkenhead once.

Took the bairns to Liverpool for a short sightseeing break. Birkenhead was much cheaper and I thought I didn't mind saving money and getting the train or ferry across to Liverpool everyday. When we arrived there, I realised why it was much cheaper 😳
 
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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Were these h top hotels? Sure I went there in 2008 remember roof top pool was an awful place.
 
About 13 years old went on a coach trip to Austria with my parents stopping over each night on the way there and back. On the return journey we stopped in Strasbourg . There was another lad and two lasses on the trip and we had teamed up. Went for a walk in Strasbourg and somehow ended up in Kehl in Germany unbeknown to us . The border crossing would not let us back into France, no passports no id etc. Four sets of parents and one courier had to cross the border pick us up at the police station then back to France. Courier and parents very angry to say the least. Still don't know how we crossed in the first place.
 
Captain Slackbladder said:
I caught Covid last year 4 days into a 2 week holiday in florida.....floored and confined to the hotel apartment for a few days....completely wiped me out. Mrs and kids were fine...
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My dad caught it and it hit him on the plane to Euro Disney last January. 3 night holiday, he made it out of bed pretty much the last day only. We all got it just in time for travelling home.
 
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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Don’t know where to start with this.
 

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