Planning a holiday, taking leave and then finally letting your hair down is an exciting time for anyone. But it can also be a stressful experience, especially if things don’t go according to plan. The trick is to go with the flow and try to find the funny side to your travel mishaps.
From missed flights to forgetting the kids, these readers open up about their not-so-perfect holidays…
On a recent trip, I sat next to my mom, who’s a nervous flyer. As the plane fired up its engines and started to taxi down the runway my mom said loudly, ‘Well at least we know it’s working.’ Once the plane had climbed to the right altitude, the engines weren’t as loud as the plane settled into its flight path. My mom, alarmed, grabbed the armrests and screamed, ‘Have we stopped?’ The entire plane stared at us.
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One Christmas I jetted off to a beach holiday with friends. I’d been working out a lot and lost a fair amount of weight. Besides my new bikini I hadn’t spent much on new clothes, and on the day of our flight, I was wearing an old pair of shorts. While I was lifting my bag into the overhead compartment of the plane, my shorts fell down to my ankles in front of a long queue of people in the aisle. Mortified, I pretended to sleep for the rest of the flight.
I’d spent weeks planning what I’d take with me on my three-week trip to the States last year – I even went so far as to make a list of which clothing items would work for what I’d planned for each day of the holiday. The last time I saw my bag was at the check-in counter at the airport on the way to my destination, so I spent three weeks in the same pair of jeans I’d travelled in.
While working in Korea, I decided to spend my summer holiday getting to know the country that had become my temporary home, so I explored all the major cities. During my last night on holiday, I went to the check-in and found that I had booked my flight in the wrong direction: it was set to depart from my end destination. The next day, I spent seven hours at the airport on stand-by.
We’ve got company
My in-laws kindly offered to pay for our honeymoon in Mauritius. I was delighted, thinking we’d spend 10 days in romantic bliss… until my soon-to-be husband broke the news that his parents would be coming with us. And they weren’t the only ones: they also brought their friends (along with their three small children). Worst honeymoon ever.
My family used to head down to the coast for the holidays when my brother and I were younger. My parents are both very organised people who rely heavily on to-do lists – naturally, our perfectly packed bags were waiting at the front door the night before our road trip. The next morning, all we had to do was jump in the car. We’d driven two blocks by the time my parents realised what we’d left behind. We turned around quickly and found my brother still sitting on the toilet.
A hidden surprise
My husband and I won a two-night stay at a luxury game lodge last winter. After a brilliant day of game drives, G&Ts, and being fed enormous amounts of food, we called it a night and headed back to our room. Just before we got into bed, I noticed a suspicious lump near the foot of the bed. My husband poked it with an umbrella and it moved – we were both terrified. He started beating the lump with the umbrella until a large water mark started to seep through the blanket. The turn-down service included a hot water bottle…