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What's the funniest/strangest thing that you've done/experienced on vacation?

 
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OK, so, in my younger years, I went topless sunbathing on Lido Beach in Florida. Let me tell you that skin that normally does not see sun burns very fast. :eek:

Edit: this was also legal and on my honeymoon. Just sayin'....
 
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OK, so, in my younger years, I went topless sunbathing on Lido Beach in Florida. Let me tell you that skin that normally does not see sun burns very fast. :eek:

Edit: this was also legal and on my honeymoon. Just sayin'....
Back in the 70's and 80's it didn't seem a big deal, now with the world going through a moral dilemma it seems we are going backwards. My daughter was chastised for breast feeding my grandson in public, she did this discreetly too, madness.
 

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Me and a mate when we were 12 hired canoes and paddled out into a huge shark infested estuary near a holiday park,we both upturned our canoes and were stuck in the waters for 3/4 of an hour before being rescued, lol.
 

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I went to Ireland with a good friend, a Puerto Rican who looked like a smaller version of "The Rock." We were pretty drunk when we met these two Irish girls, I told my buddy to follow my lead. He looked skeptical, but nodded in agreement.

For the next couple hours, we had these two young women convinced my friend was a famous Paraguayan soccer star. Acting as the "translator," I had him saying some really off the wall stuff. How he managed to stay in character and not lose it with some of the things I said I'll never know. The evening ended with them asking for his autograph. The next day was 9/11.
 
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Hubs was driving our Class A very large RV through the mountains in Kentucky. He decided he needed diesel and chose the only small station on the route. Now, being new at driving this beast, he clipped the back end of the RV on one of the concrete barriers (the ones to keep you from wiping out a pump) and tore half the back side of the RV off. Stuff was hanging. So! At 9 PM in the dark mountains, we used 3 rolls of duct tape and zip ties to secure the back of the RV and kept on heading home! I prayed a lot of that trip to offset the cursing from the driver's seat.
 

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Here, my friends, is a tale of vacation, sibling rivalry, and years of remorse.......

Let me take you back to 1982. I was 10-years old at the time and my family and I (consisting of three sisters, my brother, mum and dad) went for a week's holiday in a residential caravan at Manor Park, Hunstanton. Now, at the ripe old age of 10, I had two things that were very dear to me and meant more than life itself - one being my navy blue anorak! I loved this anorak. It had elasticated wrist cuffs; a hood with a drawstring and a bright white zip. Oh, the days!

One day, my youngest sister was playing outside the caravan when the weather turned into the 'typical' British summer weather we get quite often - cold and wet. My mother told her that she had to put a coat on if she wanted to stay outside any longer, and without even contemplating to ask me, put my anorak on her. Well - I was not a happy bunny, I can tell you! I cried, I stomped and generally became a nuisance for my mother because she (my sister) was NOT allowed to wear my beloved coat.

It fell upon deaf ears and my sister went skipping away, her heart full of joyful happiness - wearing my anorak. Little was I to know that within under an hour, my world would come crashing down and my mettle would be tested to the extreme......!

Shortly after disappearing, we saw her returning in distress. She was crying loudly and was advancing towards us with outstretched arms and hands 'finger spread'. As she got closer, we noticed she was covered in, what we believed initially to be, chocolate. However, as she bore down upon us wailing, the smell gave up the true identity of the brown matter all over her. My little sister, donning MY anorak, had seemed to find the largest deposit of dog poo she could find, thrown herself down in it (although, in all honesty, she probably fell by accident), and then proceeded to roll about in it.........

I was mortified. How could she do this to my beloved anorak?!!!!

Sounds around me went muffled. My vision went blurred and I started to see red, and as H.G. Wells warned humanity almost 100 years ago, ''slowly and surely, I drew my plans against her''...........

Within only a few hours, my plan was hatched and even my 2nd youngest sister was in on the action after seeing how devasting this whole event had been for me. We asked our parents for some money for an ice cream (which they were only too happy to give us, just to get rid of me............) and we headed straight for the nearest joke shop. On arrival, we headed over to the fart powder and brought two packs, and a pack of sherbert at the till, giggling to myself with the thought of delivering my cunning plan as I handed over the cash.

We headed back, discussing our plan and swapping one of the fart powder pack's contents for the sherbert. The plan was set and the delivery method was in hand. Hoorah! if my sister wanted to smell like poo - then I would gladly help her!!!!!

Upon our arrival back at the caravan, our baby sister was playing outside, now in a fresh set of clothing. We caught up with her and asked her if she wanted to go to the park with us. We had to isolate her - had to have no witnesses.........

After her traumatic experience earlier (-yawn-), she was only too glad to come along with us. Once we go to the park, my other sister and I started to finger dip the sherbert from the fart powder bag we had emptied and cleaned out. Our baby sister seeing this wanted in on the action. So, without an ounce of remorse (at this time..........), I calmly opened the fresh bag of fart powder and handed it to her. She wet her finger. I took a breath. She dipped it in. I held my breath. She sucked on that foul-tasting powder. I wanted to cry so hard! Her face screwed up with disgust, but my sister and I talked her into having some more, and as she saw us doing the same (ha, ha, ha), she proceeded to continue eating the powder. She must have got a taste for it because before we knew it, she had EATEN THE WHOLE PACK. I tried so hard to contain the fits of laughter as I waited for the mega farts to start up!

An hour later, nothing. Not a squeak. Not a flutter. An hour after that, the same. Nadah.

By the time our baby sister went to bed, I was seriously contemplating contacting the fart powder people and telling them how disappointed I was with their product and wanted a full refund, as nothing, NOTHING, happened. I sat and sulked until it was time for me to go to bed, and I drifted off dreaming about what could have been............

I awoke in the morning in my bed. As the light broke through the curtains and lit up the room, I got a sudden feeling that something was not quite right with the world. I could hear people moving around in other areas of the caravan, but yet it was deadly quiet, which was NOT normal. I rose and sleepily stumbled to the dining area for breakfast. I slumped down on the dining table sofa, and that is when I saw my mum - and she looked like hell.

I questioned her as to whether she was feeling alright, to which she replied, ''Feeling a little tired, but better than your sister''. I diverted my gaze from her as I asked, in quite a convincing voice, ''Why, what is wrong with her?'' (yeah - as if you didn't know!!).

Mother went on to explain that she had been up all night with our sister who had had a terrible bout of diarrhea. Her description of the night's activities was actually very, very, very toned down. By all accounts from my dad at a later time, it was pandemonium. My sister did things with her body that, at that time, I did not even know a body could do, especially from the rectum.

You see, as a 10-year-old, I was not privileged to the knowledge of what a full pack of fart powder does to the human digestive tract. Nor was I privileged to the knowledge (unlike my mother.........) of how the rectum disposes of that foreign matter with help of a highly pressurized gut due to the build-up of gastric gasses. I was really horrified to be privileged to the knowledge of how our baby sister had 'hit' every wall in the room during her night of hell.

I no longer wanted to laugh. In fact, I was scared for my own life. The thought of telling my mother about what had happened the day before was quickly erased from my mind and later on in that day, when I got hold of my other sister, I swore her to secrecy and offered her threats of a swift death if she ever said anything about it..........

The guilt of that night lived with me for years. It was not until my baby sister turned 18, that I pulled my mother and her to one side and confessed to them the whole event from all those years ago. To my relief, they found the whole thing hilarious and my other sister and I was rapidly forgiven. I cannot ever remember feeling such relief as the guilt lifted off me at that moment in time.

I learned a valuable lesson from this event in my life........

KIDS CAN BE LITTLE B*****DS AT TIMES!!!! :tearsofjoy: :tearsofjoy: :tearsofjoy:
 

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Here, my friends, is a tale of vacation, sibling rivalry, and years of remorse.......

Let me take you back to 1982. I was 10-years old at the time and my family and I (consisting of three sisters, my brother, mum and dad) went for a week's holiday in a residential caravan at Manor Park, Hunstanton. Now, at the ripe old age of 10, I had two things that were very dear to me and meant more than life itself - one being my navy blue anorak! I loved this anorak. It had elasticated wrist cuffs; a hood with a drawstring and a bright white zip. Oh, the days!

One day, my youngest sister was playing outside the caravan when the weather turned into the 'typical' British summer weather we get quite often - cold and wet. My mother told her that she had to put a coat on if she wanted to stay outside any longer, and without even contemplating to ask me, put my anorak on her. Well - I was not a happy bunny, I can tell you! I cried, I stomped and generally became a nuisance for my mother because she (my sister) was NOT allowed to wear my beloved coat.

It fell upon deaf ears and my sister went skipping away, her heart full of joyful happiness - wearing my anorak. Little was I to know that within under an hour, my world would come crashing down and my mettle would be tested to the extreme......!

Shortly after disappearing, we saw her returning in distress. She was crying loudly and was advancing towards us with outstretched arms and hands 'finger spread'. As she got closer, we noticed she was covered in, what we believed initially to be, chocolate. However, as she bore down upon us wailing, the smell gave up the true identity of the brown matter all over her. My little sister, donning MY anorak, had seemed to find the largest deposit of dog poo she could find, thrown herself down in it (although, in all honesty, she probably fell by accident), and then proceeded to roll about in it.........

I was mortified. How could she do this to my beloved anorak?!!!!

Sounds around me went muffled. My vision went blurred and I started to see red, and as H.G. Wells warned humanity almost 100 years ago, ''slowly and surely, I drew my plans against her''...........

Within only a few hours, my plan was hatched and even my 2nd youngest sister was in on the action after seeing how devasting this whole event had been for me. We asked our parents for some money for an ice cream (which they were only too happy to give us, just to get rid of me............) and we headed straight for the nearest joke shop. On arrival, we headed over to the fart powder and brought two packs, and a pack of sherbert at the till, giggling to myself with the thought of delivering my cunning plan as I handed over the cash.

We headed back, discussing our plan and swapping one of the fart powder pack's contents for the sherbert. The plan was set and the delivery method was in hand. Hoorah! if my sister wanted to smell like poo - then I would gladly help her!!!!!

Upon our arrival back at the caravan, our baby sister was playing outside, now in a fresh set of clothing. We caught up with her and asked her if she wanted to go to the park with us. We had to isolate her - had to have no witnesses.........

After her traumatic experience earlier (-yawn-), she was only too glad to come along with us. Once we go to the park, my other sister and I started to finger dip the sherbert from the fart powder bag we had emptied and cleaned out. Our baby sister seeing this wanted in on the action. So, without an ounce of remorse (at this time..........), I calmly opened the fresh bag of fart powder and handed it to her. She wet her finger. I took a breath. She dipped it in. I held my breath. She sucked on that foul-tasting powder. I wanted to cry so hard! Her face screwed up with disgust, but my sister and I talked her into having some more, and as she saw us doing the same (ha, ha, ha), she proceeded to continue eating the powder. She must have got a taste for it because before we knew it, she had EATEN THE WHOLE PACK. I tried so hard to contain the fits of laughter as I waited for the mega farts to start up!

An hour later, nothing. Not a squeak. Not a flutter. An hour after that, the same. Nadah.

By the time our baby sister went to bed, I was seriously contemplating contacting the fart powder people and telling them how disappointed I was with their product and wanted a full refund, as nothing, NOTHING, happened. I sat and sulked until it was time for me to go to bed, and I drifted off dreaming about what could have been............

I awoke in the morning in my bed. As the light broke through the curtains and lit up the room, I got a sudden feeling that something was not quite right with the world. I could hear people moving around in other areas of the caravan, but yet it was deadly quiet, which was NOT normal. I rose and sleepily stumbled to the dining area for breakfast. I slumped down on the dining table sofa, and that is when I saw my mum - and she looked like hell.

I questioned her as to whether she was feeling alright, to which she replied, ''Feeling a little tired, but better than your sister''. I diverted my gaze from her as I asked, in quite a convincing voice, ''Why, what is wrong with her?'' (yeah - as if you didn't know!!).

Mother went on to explain that she had been up all night with our sister who had had a terrible bout of diarrhea. Her description of the night's activities was actually very, very, very toned down. By all accounts from my dad at a later time, it was pandemonium. My sister did things with her body that, at that time, I did not even know a body could do, especially from the rectum.

You see, as a 10-year-old, I was not privileged to the knowledge of what a full pack of fart powder does to the human digestive tract. Nor was I privileged to the knowledge (unlike my mother.........) of how the rectum disposes of that foreign matter with help of a highly pressurized gut due to the build-up of gastric gasses. I was really horrified to be privileged to the knowledge of how our baby sister had 'hit' every wall in the room during her night of hell.

I no longer wanted to laugh. In fact, I was scared for my own life. The thought of telling my mother about what had happened the day before was quickly erased from my mind and later on in that day, when I got hold of my other sister, I swore her to secrecy and offered her threats of a swift death if she ever said anything about it..........

The guilt of that night lived with me for years. It was not until my baby sister turned 18, that I pulled my mother and her to one side and confessed to them the whole event from all those years ago. To my relief, they found the whole thing hilarious and my other sister and I was rapidly forgiven. I cannot ever remember feeling such relief as the guilt lifted off me at that moment in time.

I learned a valuable lesson from this event in my life........

KIDS CAN BE LITTLE B*****DS AT TIMES!!!! :tearsofjoy: :tearsofjoy: :tearsofjoy:
I always got a laugh out of plane spotters in the UK with their blue anoraks. I used to see them in person outside the fences of USAF and RAF bases and at airshows there, and in photographs in the various "Air Britain" publications. When I retired, the BAE guys I worked with joked they were going to get me a personalized anorak.
 
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Me and a mate when we were 12 hired canoes and paddled out into a huge shark infested estuary near a holiday park,we both upturned our canoes and were stuck in the waters for 3/4 of an hour before being rescued, lol.
Omg! I’d have had a stroke !
 

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I went to Ireland with a good friend, a Puerto Rican who looked like a smaller version of "The Rock." We were pretty drunk when we met these two Irish girls, I told my buddy to follow my lead. He looked skeptical, but nodded in agreement.

For the next couple hours, we had these two young women convinced my friend was a famous Paraguayan soccer star. Acting as the "translator," I had him saying some really off the wall stuff. How he managed to stay in character and not lose it with some of the things I said I'll never know. The evening ended with them asking for his autograph. The next day was 9/11.
I can so picture this. Too funny. Did you ever tell them ?