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Enzyme writes, "what about awful hotels, B&Bs, or friends' houses where you've had no choice but to stay the night?"

What, the place in Oxford that had the mattresses encased in plastic (crinkly noises all night), the place in Blackpool where the night manager would drum to the music on his ipod on the corridor walls as he did his rounds, or the place in Lancaster where the two single beds(!) collapsed through metal fatigue?

Add your crappy hotel experiences to our list.

(, Thu 17 Jan 2008, 16:05)
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OT a bit...but meh.
Got a lot of crap holidays. Not really hotels per se, only ever had one experience with foreign hotels. (Turkey if you must know, and actually, it was probably one of the best ones.)

- The time in Italy, aged around 6. Was sitting in a restaurant, me having my staple of spag bol. (hey, it was italy and i was young) I load a huge forkful and just as i raise the fork, a train hurdles past on the tracks next to the restaurant, sending tomatoy sauce everywhere. Kinda ruined that day out.

- Spent a week in Germany looking a sheep and saying "Got a lighter? Leider night."...try saying it out loud....for a week...on end..

- Stayed at the Danish queen's wine-chateaux in Caix, France, due to my dad working as a bodyguard for said queen. Lovely place, although the princes own wine tastes like foxes piss. Seriously.. they called it red wine, but it was rose in color. And the tourists taking photos of us in the pool was fun enough the first day, but it got old REAL fast.

- The holiday to spain where we had borrowed an apartment from a wealthy family friend. It was an awesome place on the south coast of spain, overlooking the sea from high up in the cliffs. Had loads of rich scandinavians living there, great restaurants and shops 10 mins drive away, a huge pool, etc etc. Just that, about 8 hours after arriving, my dad got rushed to hospital with a pulse of 280+...was standing looking at the heart monitor on the porch of the apartment we'd borrowed, listening to my dad making wierd noises as he choked on the medicine they were giving him orally. (serously) Spent the following week doing 1. Drinking looooads of spanish beer and reading LotR 2. spending time in taxis to and from the hospital in Malaga visiting my father, and translating the doctors engrish to danish for my mother and little brother.
My bro and I ended up flying home after a week of this leaving my poor mother in spain with my ill father. How she ever managed this is beyond me, since spanish might as well be swahili to her, and her english skills consist of "yes" and "no". She's a hero.


That's about it...been camping a few times as a kid too, but those were suprisingly fun. Spent loads in the arcade machines tho.

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(, Wed 23 Jan 2008, 4:57, Reply)

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