Slightly different. I never went on holiday with my parents until is was about 15. My parents ran a newsagents and worked 6 days a week so my holidays as a kid meant going with friends, neighbours or cousins. We managed our first holiday together in 1974 when one my cousin who was a miner and on strike offered to look after the shop for them. So we managed to have 5 days in Rhyl (going after the shop closed at Sunday dinner time and coming back in time for the South Yorkshire Times been delivered to the shop at about 10pm on Thursday evening.
Kavos 1991 - 8 of us on a lads holiday Were like kids in a sweet shop as 17-18 year olds. Did all the usual things you'd expect from a first lads holiday, then had our passports confiscated by the police/hotel staff on the last day until we stumped up enough £$€ to cover certain 'damage' caused. We **** it! Not a foreign penny between us...... we eventually made it home! Subsequent trips to the stereotypical Playa in Tenerife, Benidorm, Magaluf etc followed. Then numbers dwindled! Happy Days.
Yeah, that planet we live on, bloody rubbish................yes, dunt it just explain an awful lot !!! Cannot stand the weather in this country.........anything from 20 to 35 degrees suits me fine Havent been to as many places as some I know...........but just love going abroard Favourite place at the moment is India........where I'm hoping to semi retire to in a few years time
Also went skiing on a school trip to Italy in 84 - it wasn't Aprica was it? I think I was 13 at the time, and loved it - but haven't been skiing since First holiday I count was interrailing after 2nd year in Uni. Me and 3 mates did about 16 countries in about 26 days - we had to come back early from Morocco as one of them spent over £600 on rugs to be shipped home and he had about £200 left to spend! Worst day was about 2 weeks in when heading from Vienna to Venice. Woken up by a gun-waving policeman kicking me awake to see my passport then had a machine-gun waving policeman gesturing angrily at me with his gun for the sin of taking my top off in Venice. To be fair, it was probably a scary site, but I'm still not a fan of Italian police. Then left my camera on top of a phone box after ringing home for my exam results. Saw some fantastic cities (Stockholm, Copenhagen, Berlin, Paris, Barcelona) and some that were not so good (Oslo, Madrid), but wouldn't have changed any of it.
I'm not one for going abroad either. Plenty of amazing places in the UK to visit without the need of a long flight. I don't get the need to go abroad for some summer sun when you can get that here. Surely it's better to go on a sunny holiday abroad when it's our winter. The idea of places like Ayia Napa, Ibiza, Magaluf etc doesn't appeal.
Re-read it............ I thought I was agreeing with you here..........but if agreeing with you is wrong then obviously I have got it wrong
Sorry Nudger. Unreserved apologies. It's me that got it wrong. I thought you were having a go at me. I'm an idiot. For what it's worth, and I know you agree, I can't understand anyone who doesn't want to see what this world has to offer. I can completely understand and sympathise with those who can't afford to go abroad, but to not want to? I don't particularly like sitting on a beach or around a pool for two weeks, not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's not for me. But going to different countries can be anything you want it to be. We hire a car and travel from place to place, taking walks, looking at stuff, sometimes going to the beach, then sampling the local food, wine and beer at night. Do that in this country too. Sorry again Nudger, completely my fault.
Magaluf aged 17. It was the best week ever at the time but don't think I'd want to do it again, maybe I'll go back on a stag do or something like that but I'd rather go to different places. Vegas, L.A, Hawaii, Cancun, Thailand, Australia & the Maldives are all places I'd like to go. Love going away & I've been lucky that my parents could afford to take me 2/3 times a year growing up & they weren't the sitting around a pool type so always used to hire a car & get about. Can't understand why someone wouldn't like going abroad but each to their own. It gives you something to look forward to when you're working long hours & are getting fed up
Portugal 2000. Met a young Irish lass whilst there and we were at it like rabbits. Drank a lot of cheap ale, went to my first and only strip club, me and my mate hustled two Portuguese lads at pool one night, it paid for the next two nights out and that night itself, sat on the strip knocking lager back one afternoon and saw on the big screen that we'd lost 4-0 or summat at Birmingham, played tennis every morning (badly) and had a fight with a German over whose turn it was next on the karaoke. Great fortnight it was.
Bizarrely my first non-parent holiday was to Italy skiing too. 1984 too, aged 12. Similar experiences too. You weren't with me were you Jay?
First unsupervised holiday was to Kavos in 1990 with a mate. Following year 12 of us went to Faliraki, twas carnage.
First real holiday without parents was summer 1985 to Newquay ,camping. Four set off in two cars.....the other acr got as far as Derby before driving into a caravan that had been left on the inside lane of a dual carriage way due to a punture. As we got to the scene of a very destroyed Capri and an even more destroyed caravan two women got out of the remains of it "What happened?" they both said. End of holiday for our mates and the caravaners (they'd borrowed it off a neighbour :nails. Stopped in Weston Super Nightmare for the night......it was shut Stayed 9 days in Newquay, p155ed it down every day........we did see Keith Chegwin though
I think the club was called Tall Trees or summat. It was deffo 85 when I went cos it was after the strike. He might have been back by popular demand
Went to Skeggy with a mate & two other lads he knew but I didn't. It was round the time the film Quadrophenia was released. Gangs were all along the sea front, trying to re enact their own version of the 1960's with the mods, rockers & (just for good measure) Hell's Angels. A few of this particular lot were walking towards us down on the front, so I decided to step out of their way. One of the two lads (who I'd taken a particular dislike to) stepped in front of a stunningly beautiful girl from the group. "One of us will have to move, darling" he said. She simply picked him up and threw him over a wall of one of the B&B's, amongst all the dustbins. "That'll be you", she replied!