Your WORST ever holiday...

[Goring Gull]

A week in Barcelona. I was on my own but I've had lots of holidays on my own so that didn't bother me - Barcelona being such a hell hole did. I've never seen such a miserable place - there seemed to be a druggie or a prostitute on every corner. Struggled to find anywhere to eat or drink - there are plenty of bars and restaurants but it was impossible to get served in them, ended up buying food from supermarkets and eating in my hotel.

After a couple of days, I abandoned my hotel (that had been paid for), caught the train to France and spent the rest of the week in a more civilised country, eating and drinking to my heart's content, returning to Spain on the day before my flight back. I spent the night in Girona which restored my faith in Spain somewhat. But I certainly have no intention of returning to Barcelona, a sort of Spanish version of Croydon.

Very refreshing to hear this about Barcelona, can't say im a big fan of the place - quite run down in alot of places, overprice, full of robbing gypos also i found it very unfriendly.

 

[Goring Gull]

Despite my criticism of Barcelona above my vote would go to Agadir in Morrocco, ****ing horrible dirty place, rude locals the blokes just try and grease up to your wife/girfriend all the time, repressed ****ers the women just glare at everyone. I had some blokes chuck peanuts at me whilst whistling at my wife which nearly resulted in a punch up when my wife ignored him and waved him away. The resort looks like a bombs hit it, hotel staff only wanted tips and if you didn't speak french forget it. and teh weather was a constant humid mist all week and i got the shits for half the week.Other than that it was great.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

Last Christmas 'holiday' with my (now ex) girlfriend's parents. Arrived to a dark living room, dad with depression, watching telly with the sound off. No deccies anywhere. Spent Christmas day with the dad in bed and the mum telling me about her various phantom illnesses. Christmas goose smelt like they'd fished it out of Belsen. Well, this was in darkest Germany, so go figure. Spent one evening with the ex's brother. He told me how he plans to inject himself with heroin, because he quite fancies trying it. As me and the ex nipped off to kip (in a room in a converted garage, damp and dark) the brother was sat in his living room, chuckling at a torture porn dvd he's picked up. The next day the sister turned up with her bonkers boyfriend, who is a Man United supporter. Spent quite a while fighting off a very strong urge to tell the c-unt to shut the f-uck up. But, he was at least moderately cheerful, and was by and large the only plus of the whole week. Ex girlfriend dumped me when we got back. I have been praising the lord ever since (not that I'd tell her, in case she sets the brother on me - he is a man of many convictions, several for assault).

 

[Gwylan]

I'd imagine that was a few years ago. It's massively cleaned up it's act and is a really nice city to visit.

It was 1990 or 1991. It was such a horrible experience, I'm in no hurry to go back

 

[MissGull]

Last Christmas 'holiday' with my (now ex) girlfriend's parents. Arrived to a dark living room, dad with depression, watching telly with the sound off. No deccies anywhere. Spent Christmas day with the dad in bed and the mum telling me about her various phantom illnesses. Christmas goose smelt like they'd fished it out of Belsen. Well, this was in darkest Germany, so go figure. Spent one evening with the ex's brother. He told me how he plans to inject himself with heroin, because he quite fancies trying it. As me and the ex nipped off to kip (in a room in a converted garage, damp and dark) the brother was sat in his living room, chuckling at a torture porn dvd he's picked up. The next day the sister turned up with her bonkers boyfriend, who is a Man United supporter. Spent quite a while fighting off a very strong urge to tell the c-unt to shut the f-uck up. But, he was at least moderately cheerful, and was by and large the only plus of the whole week. Ex girlfriend dumped me when we got back. I have been praising the lord ever since (not that I'd tell her, in case she sets the brother on me - he is a man of many convictions, several for assault).

So a week in a caravan at Minehead sounds like a treat compared to this!!

On a separate note, I loved Barca. Only spent a day there, whilst on a cruise, but it was hot and sunny and the buildings sparkled.

 

[Bevendean Hillbilly]

I spent a depressing week in Warsaw a few years ago. On the first night I went for a walk during which I witnessed two drunken brawls in the street, was very nearly killed by a tram and was stared out by a very anti British resturantuer. Found a seedy bar showing a Liverpool v Man City game and nearly got killed by some very aggressive casuals in stan smiths and Adidas clobber who claimed to be ( I think) the Warsaw branch of the ICF.

It is a very odd city with extremely wide streets much beloved by the Red Army who do LOVE a tank parade and everything made of concrete. I stayed opposite the hideous "Palace of Culture" which Joe Stalin put up to rub it in who was boss and a visit to "the old town" revealed about 4 streets which is all that remained after the Wermacht had finished with the yard.

Maybe the fact that my debit card didnt work in any cash machines in the city didn't help as I was constantly broke didn't help my mood but I'm not in a rush to repeat the experience.

I do like Sweden though as it has hard core porno on terrestrial TV.

 

[smudge]

Once split with a gf during a 2 week stay in Gumbet, Turkey. Just wanted to be anywhere else but there with her. Then she made the mistake of flirting with some scouse tw*t who was with some of his fellow bin dipper mates. He made the mistake of trying it on with her. I tried to explain to her that she could bend over for anyone she liked as soon as we got home because I never wanted to see her face again, but I wasn't having the mickey taken out there.
To cut a long story short, I punched the scouser in to the swimming pool & stomped on his fingers every time he tried to get out. (So, looking back it wasn't all bad).

 

[topbanana36]

Woolacombe, I tried to take my 5 ft 7 former Southern Counties ABA champion dad on in a fist fight, needless to say he destroyed me. Crap holiday and even worse memories. I left home 3 weeks later back to Littlehampton from Bideford. incidentally, my dad and I get on like a house on fire now

 

[Bevendean Hillbilly]

Once split with a gf during a 2 week stay in Gumbet, Turkey. Just wanted to be anywhere else but there with her. Then she made the mistake of flirting with some scouse tw*t who was with some of his fellow bin dipper mates. He made the mistake of trying it on with her. I tried to explain to her that she could bend over for anyone she liked as soon as we got home because I never wanted to see her face again, but I wasn't having the mickey taken out there.
To cut a long story short, I punched the scouser in to the swimming pool & stomped on his fingers every time he tried to get out. (So, looking back it wasn't all bad).

Ah, young loves sweet perfume.