Alright chaps and chapettes, as its a slow day for all things Norwich City and an even slower day in the life of Mr Rud, I thought I'd start this thread about your favourite/worst holidays that you've had. Any funny stories while on hols? Anyone spent a night in jail? Any 'romantic' stories? Looking forward to seeing some crackers.
Me and the missus got nicked for possession of some stuff we shouldn't have been in possession of in Laos when we were doing a year long round-the-world a few years back, that was pretty memorable!! Never been so scared in my life, thought we were going to get a whipping or something but managed to kiss enough arse however to walk away with nothing but a $500 fine - which equated to just under five million kip, never seen so many notes in my life!! That aside Laos it still probably in the top three countries I've ever been to, just brilliant. I've done quite a bit of travelling and have been all over the place but the ten days we spent there (minus a couple of **** scared hours) were amongst the best I've ever had. Beautiful place, incredible food and the people are amazing. Love to go back to SE Asia, Viet Nam is another fabulous country as well Nice thread by the way Carra, I too look forward to hearing other tales...
Not a holiday as such, bit when I was in the Army, we went on tour to Germany. I fell asleep on the underground after a few beers with some mates, and woke up, only to find ourselves on the grey side of Berlin
One very memorable day and night in Cornwall contained me getting sunburnt and discovering the hard, or I should say itchy, way that I was allergic to the after sun lotion we'd brought with us. In the evening me and a mate gave a stirring karaoke rendition of 'Harder to breathe' by Maroon 5 in a local pub and making a hasty retreat after getting some decidedly hate filled looks from the locals, this was followed by the couple who were with us having a massive argument and leaving me with a pitcher and a half of cocktail which very rapidly became no cocktail. Shortly after this I attempted to give my shirt to a police man because 'I thought he looked cold' finally my singing partner attempted to catch his girlfriend ballet style and dropped her on her head. I woke up the next morning the only one of the six of us who didn't have a hangover.
We went to Western Canada about five years ago which was a holiday we'll never forget and still talk about it to this day. So many great moments with only a couple of low-points with the worst being when on our arrival we got a cab to our hotel in Calgary, unfortunately the cab driver wasn't fully aware of where we were going and went the wrong way up a three lane main road. The sight of about 20 cars hurtling towards us scared the crap out of us. Fortunately, he managed to get down a side street in time, and even though there was a big no entry sign we really didn't care as it got us out of imminent danger or death! Another scary moment was when we were walking to a scenic spot near Lake Louise. We got to a big sign with this huge great alarm that you had to ring if you saw a bear. It was only when we read the sign that we realised we should only be walking there if we were in a group of eight or more people. Of course when we were walking/running back to the car, every single noise was greeted with a sharp shriek from the wife and made me run even faster. We were rather relieved when we got back to the car, although as soon as we started the car and got round the next corner we were greeted by a herd of mountain sheep who looked at us as if to say, we ain't ****ing moving!
1993 I was working in Saudi Arabia. German friend of mine said on 19 October a Saudi client has dropped out of a trip to see the game against Norwich did I fancy coming? Having bitten his hand off I flew to Munich that night, watched the game in a German hospitality box in full regalia, got smashed at their expense, spent two nights in Munich and flew back Friday to be back at work Saturday. Despite my overly exuberent celebrations stayed friends with Pieter (and brought him to Carrow Road for a terrible 1 0 victory over Brentford when Holty got sent off two seasons ago)
Great idea We were in Zante aged 19 one of those get pissed and pull type holidays, there was seven of us in order for us to have more booze money we stayed in a series of apartments a mile or so walk away from the main strip I would actually say two but you know what travel agents are like...The area nearby had a mini supermarket some dreadful bar which served Stella and fry ups with Bernard Manning style comedians and toga parties for entertainment it was popular with people from Leeds, also there was a nightclub which had foam parties with a grand attendance of about 60 people it looked EPIC! The actual apartments were actually situated in a series of fields with vines it was quite picturesque. The complex itself was a series of different apartment buildings three or so stories high with a pool area and a big bar/restaurant venue the owner was an eccentric Greek chap called Yianni very stout and stocky must of been all of about 5'3 tall complete with a mullet tied into a ponytail at the back, I have never met anyone who speaks in a Greek accent one minute then turns Cockney all of sudden, he loved England and would proudly talk to us about the many Karate and Judo tournaments he'd won. Above the bar which he manned with his heavily pregnant wife was an assortment of decorational weapons Japanese Katana's, Bo Staffs, Medieval Broadswords, Maces and Axes etc. In general we went to the beach during the day and the bars along the strip at night but occasionally we went to the pool or to the bar for a few drinks before we went out, the population of the apartments consisted mostly of Brummies in their early 20's, two miserable Lesbian teachers from Nottingham, a Welsh family and two middle aged couples from the East End. We got on with everyone Yianni ran a tight shift he was fair but firm he had words with us one morning about our music we all shook hands a round of drinks on the house all was forgotten about. All was ok until one morning at 5 AM we can hear screaming outside our door it's one of the Brummie girls someone has tried to kidnap her and pull her into a van, we let her stop our room pour her drink she texts her friends, some of us go out to see if the vans still there and some of the others to find staff to call the cops, ten or so minutes later her holiday romance who staying elsewhere turned up with a plank of wood threatening to kill people smashing it against trees going mad, in fairness afterwards he did buy us a bottle of vodka for looking after her but he was still a bit of cock. Everything went a bit on edge but as we entered the second week all seemed back to normal, we decide to stop in there is BBQ'd Greek lamb and house wine it was a good laugh as it progressed we all get even more pissed Yianni is a bit half cut too but get's in a strop for no reason and storms up to his room, a couple of the Brummies decide to try throw one another into the pool Yianni's head appears out of an upstairs hatch shouting at a about 100mph in Greek/Cockney 'Get out the f*cking pool, if you go in my pool I'll f*cking kill you!' He went on an furious tirade for about 5 minutes the bar and pool area cleared some people even ran away! We go back to our room start on the beers in the Fridge and sit on the balcony smoking having a laugh but trying to work out what just happened, we could still hear Yianni from about 75 metres away going ballistic at the staff members at the time we found it hilarious. Suddenly we can hear a commotion from up the road Yianni is shouting at one of the complexes his wound up and on warpath he appears outside ours armed with one of his ****ing Samurai swords from the bar threatening us screaming at us to get off the balcony and go to bed even though it's about 8 o'clock, needless to say we stopped what we were doing and went straight out not returning to well into the early hours to avoid the potential blood bath a day or two later we saw Yianni he was quite ashamed about his behaviour but we all tell he wanted to kill us all, I was glad to get out of there. Apologies for War and Peace but if you ever meet this lunatic you've been warned.
The wife and I in Berlin in 72. I had hair down to my knees and my missus looked like Ziggy Stardust. We we strolling along when this guy came up and asked about blue movies. Sure mein Herr, we'll come along and watch some. We disappeared up a side strasse and climbed the longest and most vertical set of stairs. When we got to the top and saw the studio and cameras, we realised we were meant to be the stars of the movie. Did we shift out double quick! Shame really but I didn't have a movie stars knob.
Went to Salou last summer, near Barcleona. went into the city for the day and went to Camp Nou. Nothing short of a religious experience and a pilgrimage I'd encourage any city fan to undertake. the setup they have there is amazing, facilities out of the arse basically. When your on the touchline the scale is awesome, I just kept thinking about how you could get 4 carrow roads in here. Got my Barcelona shirt that day. "Holt, 9" on the back. I let them know who he was, and they'd be seeing him soon lol. Stayed on the portaventura site, great theme park and the hotel was utterly spot on, 30 degrees every day, bang on holiday!
We did the same trip Beefy about 5 years ago, but some toe rag lifted my wifes purse on the train from Salou, she was 5 months pregnant with our twins and managed to unzip her handbag , move the camera and take her purse, then zip the bag back up ! And that all happened while she took the two steps up from the platform to the train ! He was tallented..... but would have been ****in dead now if i'd have caught the ****er!
Catching this bad boy off Koh Phi Phi in Thailand was pretty special as well We ate some of it that night, gave the missus the ****s something rotten!
A holiday a couple of years ago in Porto Pollenca in Majorca. Breakfast was outside on like a small raised terrace with the Meditteranean lapping gently just beneath you, beautiful temperature, gorgeous scenery, tranquil and peaceful, particularly as the hotel sits at the end of a pine walk. Idyllic. Then we had to come back to East Midlands bloody airport - dump!
Nothing changes in Barcelona train station. The wife and I were there during the Icelandic volcano fiasco and a pikey girl tried to steal her purse from her bag on their metro. Luckily having heard what a bunch of theives the Catalan pikeys are she had secured it but as soon as I saw the attempt the girl (can't have been more than 12 or 13) skipped out of the train just as the automatic doors shut. I was a bit underwhelmed with the Camp Nou. Impressive size and history but it felt a bit run down and we weren't allowed in the home changing rooms which would have been interesing to see. Due to the volcano we were stuck in Barca for a couple of nights and ended up having to take a coach right across Europe and then a ferry to get home - nearly 40 hours door to door - not pleasant, still at least we managed to find a room for the extra nights, loads of people ended up sleeping on the benches at the marina which is not really the holiday you'd be looking for. Better Spanish city - Valencia. Better ground - The Chocolate Box of Boca Juniiors in BA.
On holiday in France, staying in a lovely small hotel in Provence. Sitting outside about 8:30am having breakfast in the glorious morning sun with about 20 other people at various tables, when we heard the shutters being opened in the room directly above where we were all sitting. Suddenly the the shutters were flung open to reveal a woman stark bollick naked, arms and head flung back basking in the morning sunshine. She must have stood there like that for a good 15 seconds before the dawning realisation hit her, she looked down to see 20 people looking up, the shutters were quickly closed. Just as we were finishing breakfast this lady and her husband arrived, she looking decidely sheepish, when a round of applause started, talk about being embarressed. I put this lady at about 50, a sensational body beautifully tanned, beautiful mature type face, shoulder length curly hair, which was the only hair on her entire body. Shame I didn't have my camera with me. ILD OTBC
We booked a last minute deal to Tenerife a few years back, and we arrived at our amazing looking hotel, we were slightly bemused to see German flags literally everywhere. Went in to reception, again everything looked amazing, but when we got to our room we started to look at the hotel guide, only to be presented with everything written in German. There was literally 3 pages at the end of the guide that was in English. As the day went on, we realised we were the ONLY non-German residents of this hotel. ****ing towels everywhere!
Was on holiday in Gibraltar during the time the restrictions on crossing from Spain were lifted. There was a big 'gate-opening' ceremony to celebrate. Unfortunately, nobody had noticed that the tarmac on the opening side was higher than the other, and the gates couldn't be opened!
Going back many many years now we were on a lads holiday on the costa brava, only 18 or 19 then. It was during the Euros, don't ask me which year, but it was at the Quarter or semi stage and Holland were playing Germany. The Germans were 1-0 up late on in the game and the bar was full of pissed and very loud Germans. Holland then scored twice beating them, i think every one else in the pub that night was suddenly a Dutchman ! It went ****ing bannanas in there stuff getting ripped off the walls beer thrown every where, propper kicked off with the Germans......ah happy days!
If i may join in, I remember a lads 2 weeks in Tenerife, there was about 10 of us, stumbling back to our apartment me and my mate get call up to the apartment 6 floors above our own by 2 girls from northampton. well upon find our way in my mate stumbles into their room and just collapses on one of their beds totally out of it! well to cut a long story short after about 20 mins, he suddenly sits bolt upright grabs a pair of knickers off the floor walks to the balcony and suddenly shouts "Oi, Lads catch a sniff of these" and chucks this pair of knickers over the balcony to where our mates were having a lager or 23, unfortunately he missed his throw and they ended up on a roof with no chance of getting them back. Needless to say, we made a hasty retreat and had to spend the next week avoiding these to birds and their friends! Also on the holiday, another mate of mine was about to get off with a bird and proceeded to throw up all over her! Happy days, and i wonder why we have such a bad reputation abroad!!!!!!!!!
.....i was in the RAF in Gib during this time and remember it well, the gates were kept open to show that we were not the ones who closed the border....in thailand on holiday from saudi myself and a german called jurgen were in the flying machine bar in patpong in bangkok and were invited by the girls to go to pattaya with them to a celebration, setting paper boats on fire after launching them on the sea, can't remember what it is called. got there about 3 a.m. well pissed. woke next morning in a room of the Royal Garden Hotel with about 12 naked or semi naked girls in the room with me and a total memory loss due to total drunkeness. also i was arrested in Libya when working there, for indecent exposure. i got a photo taken for a pass onto an army camp, but i was wearing a singlet with my shoulders exposed. oh, happy days.
