Bad travelling experiences

[Perwer]

Hello everyone. I come from Sweden but I'm currently residing in Holland. Nothing really bad has happened except for Dutch phrases I don't understand and reply to with: "I don't understand, but Ok."

However, a few friends of mine went to Turkey and one of them had some really bad luck.
All this happened on the same night: He was offered a hooker, he couldn't get into a club even though my other friends did, he insisted so the guards threw him on the ground (he was completely sober and not in the least bit aggressive), he started walking towards the hotel and he was mugged, when he got to the hotel they said he didn't live there and threw him out, he was once again offered a hooker and some heroin and then after 2 hours outside the hotel the staff apologized and let him in again.

It seems like a lot of bad luck for one night to me. Anyway, have you had any bad experiences in your travels?

 

[Pimppeter2]

God... Luthansa's food gave me diarrhea. Luckly, I was able to wash it out with some good German beer.

 

[Cpt_Oblivious]

God... Luthansa's food gave me diarrhea.

Are you sure it wasn't the piloting? Last time I went on one of their planes it felt like it was going to fall out of the sky.

 

[HardRockSamurai]

I spent half a day in an airport in Denmark. The place looked like the inside of a soviet submarine, and everyone gave me these really weird looks, as if to say "your not welcome here." It was like an episode of the Twilight zone.

 

[fix-the-spade]

It seems like a lot of bad luck for one night to me. Anyway, have you had any bad experiences in your travels?

You make your own luck, in his case going to Turkey.

The thing to remember about Turkey is it's a bit like Greece with all the goodbits taken out and full of Turks (yes I have been to Turkey). Turks are like the English, not half as nice as they would want you to believe.

Anyway, in Izmir one of my mates got randomly hauled off by the Police and thrown in a cell. That was the last we saw of him for 18hours whilst we spent the time in a Police station trying to find out what exactly he was supposed to have done. Getting the silent treatment and once being told (in a sort of broken Turk-lish hybrid) that as we were neither his family nor his lawyer we were not entitled to speak to him and that we should probably just leave and forget about it.
Eventually they just flung him out again and carried on as if nothing happened, not even a 'sorry we thought you were someone else,'. Didn't interview him, didn't accuse him, didn't anything, just locked him in a cell and left him there alone.

It seemed to be totally random just grabbing a guy off the street on a friday afternoon.
I'm not overly fond of Turkey now.

 

[Perwer]

...and everyone gave me these really weird looks, as if to say "your not welcome here." It was like an episode of the Twilight zone.

That's the same impression I get from Danish people as well. There's a place in southern Sweden called "Skåne". The swedes don't like the people there because they are too much like the Danish, and the Danish don't like them because they are too much like the swedes.

 

[chaosfenrir]

hmmm...

Let's see...went to hawaii during their worst storm of the decade. Everything that was fun got canclled...sighz. Also, the roads and carpark got flooded. Any more and we would have been swimming...Plus, electricity got cut off for quite some time. Lucky there was a barbecue pit or there goes dinner

 

[Pimppeter2]

God... Luthansa's food gave me diarrhea.

Are you sure it wasn't the piloting? Last time I went on one of their planes it felt like it was going to fall out of the sky.

On the other hand, It could of been the selection of movies they offered.

Or the bake potato that looked like it had sifilus


Now don't make me get started on Air France

 

[Sevre]

Spent several days on a toilet in India.

 

[Faps]

I got strip searched by German police in Munich because they didn't like the look of me which wasn't fun and a few days later I was punched in the stomach by Hungarian border police because I wouldn't wake up so they could check my papers.

 

[Verp]

I spent an awful time in Spain when I was on a school trip. The humid weather didn't suit me at all and my host's kid was a horrible brat who dragged me around the town as a passport to places she wasn't usually allowed because of her age, like the disco. And god I hated discos, I still do. Even on the last night when all I wanted was a good night's sleep before waking up at 4 AM, she and her friends forced me to go to the disco on the other side of town. I said no at first and I was firm with my decision, but then one of her older friends made a public commotion and almost hit me with a chair because I made the selfish little brat cry.

I saw some awesome places and just about everyone else but the kids and the teachers were wonderful people, but still the trip wasn't worth the hassle and being ill all the time. Not to mention that while our school was very serious about the whole thing, the arrangements on the Spanish school's side were very poorly done. It's strange how a project with the intention of bringing people of different nationalities closer together ends up estranging people. There were very few students who were happy with the trip. Well some of the boys got to try marijuana, which certainly wasn't the point of the whole thing.

I have much fonder memories of the time I went to see my sister when she still lived in Spain.

 

[Topher_1]

I was travelling alone in Barcelona. I had planned to take a train to the pyranees. The first time I tried, I went two hours in the opposite direction. The next day, I got one stop away from my destination, but it was the last stop, and would have to wait 5 hours for the next train, or take the train two hours back to barcelona. The third time I tried...Success! Though I missed the train and had to wait two hours for the next one. When I finally got to the pyranees, it was crap! Had I been skiing it would have been perfect. As it was, the snow was so thick I couldn't go anywhere. The train back to Barcelona never showed, so I had to wait 3 hours for a bus to take me back. I was then accosted by several hookers and a couple of drug dealers along Las Ramblas before I finally got to my hotel.
All I remember about that holiday now is endless train journeys.
It was my own fault though.
The next day I was due to go home. I began walking to try and find the proper train station. 2 hours of walking later, I asked for directions. I followed them...and ended up back at the station that was just outside my hotel. I had walked two hours in a circle. Turned out I could just get a tram from there to the correct station.
...I suck at orienteering.

 

[Mozared]

My mother's a travel agent and my father's teached tourism for over 20 years. I can't really say I've had a lot of bad travelling experiences; whenever I go somewhere with my folks, they know the hows and whats of everything in a 100 km radius around our current position.

The worst I've had is that we and another group of tourists were eating at a pool, and that we specifically got told we weren't allowed to eat our own food there while the other group was ignored. We just went to another pool, so the owners basically screwed themselves over, and we resolved our problem.

 

[Skreeee]

Eh, the worst I've ever experienced was a trip to New York I took when I was 13. My parents decided to take the entire family thumping through all of the tourist traps they could, which culminated in waiting two hours to get to the top of the frakkin' Empire State Building just so we could stand there for fifteen minutes and stare at foggy skyline.

What made it worse was that it was both Black Friday and apparently the first day that the building was open to tourists since the 9-11 attacks, so the crowds were huge, and the building had no air circulation going so we were miserable on top of bored and hungry.

I was just glad the Statue of Liberty was still closed. There was no way I would've been happy to climb another height just to look at more foggy sky.

 

[XJ-0461]

I've not really had any travel disasters. I guess the worst thing that happened to me was that I lost a pen on a tripe to Thorpe Park. Other than that, most of my trips anywhere have been uneventful.

 

[I III II X4]

Sun Country Airlines.

That plane was falling APART on the runway, the interior would've given most people nightmares. The seats were creaky, the windows were fogged, a majority of the trays were busted, and even the overhead lighting and airconditioning were slag....and the crowd, my god, the passengers, those guys, or least one, made the whole thing worthwhile.

A few minutes after we had boarded, the pilot came onto the speaker to 'inform' us that there was a malfunction with some system, and that it'd take two hours to fix, and that we couldn't disembark, we had to stay on the plane as they made repairs. Forty-five minutes pass, and the pilot makes an announcement stating that the repairs have been completed and that we'd be taking off shortly...a two hour repair session completed within forty-five minutes, surely nothing could go wrong...right?

Within a minute, the plane's in position, taxing down the runway. As it barrels along, people are moaning and bitching, babies are screaming...basically, everyone is genuinely pissed, and yet something incredible happened. Behind me and to my left, there was a drunk man. Idly, he looked from his seat, and out the window, taking note of fluid running along the wing. It was nothing more than rain splashing over it, but he felt it was his duty to inform everyone of his discovery. Shakily, he stood up, swaying slightly, emitting these mystical words. "Is...is that hydraulic fluid leakin' out the wing?!"

The whole plane, the whole damn plane, babies and all, went SILENT...and it pretty much stayed that way for the entire flight.

 

[simmeh]

When I was 8 years old or so, I got told by my parents, "Pack your bags, we're going on a two week vacation starting tomorrow."

We then proceeded to take a tour of Michigan, Wisconsin, and Indiana. For two weeks. I was bored out of my mind. I've hated travelling ever since.

 

[Dr.Poisonfreak]

Sun Country Airlines.

That plane was falling APART on the runway, the interior would've given most people nightmares. The seats were creaky, the windows were fogged, a majority of the trays were busted, and even the overhead lighting and airconditioning were slag....and the crowd, my god, the passengers, those guys, or least one, made the whole thing worthwhile.

A few minutes after we had boarded, the pilot came onto the speaker to 'inform' us that there was a malfunction with some system, and that it'd take two hours to fix, and that we couldn't disembark, we had to stay on the plane as they made repairs. Forty-five minutes pass, and the pilot makes an announcement stating that the repairs have been completed and that we'd be taking off shortly...a two hour repair session completed within forty-five minutes, surely nothing could go wrong...right?

Within a minute, the plane's in position, taxing down the runway. As it barrels along, people are moaning and bitching, babies are screaming...basically, everyone is genuinely pissed, and yet something incredible happened. Behind me and to my left, there was a drunk man. Idly, he looked from his seat, and out the window, taking note of fluid running along the wing. It was nothing more than rain splashing over it, but he felt it was his duty to inform everyone of his discovery. Shakily, he stood up, swaying slightly, emitting these mystical words. "Is...is that hydraulic fluid leakin' out the wing?!"

The whole plane, the whole damn plane, babies and all, went SILENT...and it pretty much stayed that way for the entire flight.

give that man a cookie!

OT: every trip for me can be a bit of a nightmare owing to travel sickness, last year took a fast ferry to france, 1 and a half hours of HELL! choppy waters that made the boat sway, and dad sitting there eating a full english breakfast asking why i looked so pale -_-

 

[I III II X4]

give that man a cookie!

OT: every trip for me can be a bit of a nightmare owing to travel sickness, last year took a fast ferry to france, 1 and a half hours of HELL! choppy waters that made the boat sway, and dad sitting there eating a full english breakfast asking why i looked so pale -_-

*covets the cookie, only to learn that's merely an oatmeal rasin cookie, resulting in a dramatic gasp and pause*

Paradise lost!!

About you though, a ferry? That sounds just like a trip my family took when we were over in Europe, 'cept it was my Ma who was the one who got sea-sick, whereas my Dad was just fine, as for me, I was too little to recall most of it.

 

[BehattedWanderer]

I was detained for a few hours while trying to get into canada for a canoeing trip, because I looked like some guy who'd just been arrested for being a drug trafficker and arsonist. That's about the worst of my travel experiences.