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Its always good... What are you're WORST memories??

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1. Posted by Kingwindle (Respected Member 301 posts) 11y

We always express how we enjoy this, were amazed by that etc.. But what is the worst thing that has ever happened to you whilst you were away??
(strange I know, but i'm interested!)

2. Posted by samsara_ (Travel Guru 5353 posts) 11y

Well, this is fairly normal one but I managed to leave a little green rucksack after me in the Sistine Chapel once. I didnt notice that it was missing until about an hour after i had left, at which time i was on the other side of the city again! at the time, i didnt know where i'd left it so i had to retrace my steps to everywhere i had been that day trying to ask for a "borse verde" (my italian isn't too hot). there was about 400 irish pounds (equiv to about €500) in it along with my passport and credit cards, journal, book i was reading that day, camera....etc...my life basically).

after hours and hours of trapsing around i was just about to give up hope when i thought i'd try the sistine chapel again. this time there was a differnt security guard and he seemed to understand that i had lost something, so he escorted me to St. Peter's Basilica and handed me over to the Vatican guards who then brought me up to the back of the Pope's residence whereupon they produced my green bag with everything still in it. they checked my passport to make sure it was me and sent me on my way very very very relieved!

3. Posted by travelover (Respected Member 494 posts) 11y

I personally hope nothing truly bad will happen to me on my trip next week! Somehow, the bad things end up being funny in the end. Although when I went to Cuba last may, we took a taxi to Havana (a 2 and a half hour drive), and I frequently thought I was going to die because the driver was psychotic and we had no seat belts! What was worse was that on our way back, we ran over a piglet ! Actually, come to think of it, a few days before we went to Havana, we biked into town (Varadero) and saw a man get hit by a car. These are most defiinitely the scariest and saddest moments (respectively) I've ever had whilst on a trip.

4. Posted by tway (Travel Guru 7273 posts) 11y

I almost got puked on in New Orleans. We were walking down from Bourbon street, and then suddenly down from the second floor, just a few feet in front of us - sploosh!!!

I dragged my boyfriend across the street, stuck my fingers in my ears and hummed to myself until we got around the corner. It's my #1 phobia - pukaphobia!

Hey, maybe it wasn't the worst moment. Maybe it's the luckiest one!

5. Posted by areinstein (Travel Guru 2788 posts) 11y

I've had two annoying experiences while traveling:

The first one was in the mountains of Peru doing the Inka Trail for 4 days. Apparently, I had touched the side of a mountain which I remember being moist and about 10 minutes later my hand started to swell up (unlucky me, I had my wedding ring on) so I was afraid I would lose a finger (the ring finger) if it didnt stop. Mind you, we are hours away from civilization, on the top of a mountain and two hours away from the nearest rest stop. Once I got to that rest stop, I was able to put my hand in cold water and that helped.

The second one was in Vienna. I had lost my ID and credit cards (which stupid me, I placed in my backpocket). I realized I had lost them the day after when I was getting ready. I had to retrace the entire day prior since I remember "feeling" them in my backpocket last. I found them in a Hungarian restaurant behind the St Stephens Church and the manager said they had called VISA and AMEX to cancel them already. How nice!! Hurra for the Austrians!

6. Posted by areinstein (Travel Guru 2788 posts) 11y

Oh, I have another one. I had gone to the Dominican Republic and I stayed at a bed and breakfast, very nice and cozy. It was run and owned by a guy from Spain. He will always tell me to be careful with the drivers, people drive like crazy there. I was very pleased with his advice, his help, his service, etc etc. I promised to come back and stay there again. A month later, I found that he was killed in a car crash. That was very sad

7. Posted by mtlchica (Respected Member 922 posts) 11y

I was 16 and in Rome with a tour group all full of kids from my high school. We had just checked out of the hotel and were on the bus to the airport and our guide had just finished telling us that we were such a great group because we were fast, etc, etc. Then I realised I didn't have my money belt (with my passport, traveller's cheques, ID and everything in it). I had kept it under my pillow (I guess for safety...) and forgot to take it when we were packing to leave. The bus had to turn all the way around to go back to the hotel and I got my stuff. I felt so bad after! Thank god we still made our flight or else I never would have heard the end of it! I can still remember the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach to this day!

Cheers,
Katie ;)

8. Posted by Kingwindle (Respected Member 301 posts) 11y

looking back on that though must be so funny though!! I can imagine how you felt, especially after the teacher said you were good for being all quick!!

9. Posted by mtlchica (Respected Member 922 posts) 11y

Yeah it is funny now....but back then I was mortified! lol, good times.

10. Posted by kenofcork (Full Member 69 posts) 11y

Alone in Brussels sharing a room with a guy obsessed with shoplifting I began to fill very homesick. I wandered down to a phonebox to find out what was happening in Neighbours but big fat woman wouldn't shut up, a while I waited looking very much like the confused, paranoid, uncomfortable tourist I was. Fat woman still wouldn't hang up so I made my back to the hostel for some ale.I wasn't up the dark road more than five minutes when two youngsters surrounded me demanding money. The cheek.
I told them to F off because I planned to spend my money on ale. They did not like that. One youngster did hit me. Like a woman I hit him with my bag. Curiously, in my moment of panic I ditched my flat Cork accent and adopted the more aggressive Dublin twang. Bleedin this and bleedin that I shouted. They dispersed and I hid in a cafe.
When I returned to my room, two Japanese guys had joined shoplifter. We had some ale, I taught one guy English while shoplifter shaved other guys head. That was wierd.
Ken