Everyone has their ideas about an ideal holiday. Some dream of an all-inclusive hotel with 3 meals a day and the sea at a walking distance. Others dream of new cities and countries, and an ideal walk for them is at least 20,000 steps a day. But both can bring back a million-dollar story from their holiday.
We booked a 2-story room with a kitchen in the hotel. We arrive — the stove doesn’t work, the washing machine doesn’t work, there is a microwave, but there are no dishes. We go to the reception to ask how so. They say, “Yes, nothing is connected, it’s all marketing.” But the room is much more expensive. It was good that it was the end of the season, so we just moved to another hotel.
We were on a beach holiday with my boyfriend. On the fourth day, he began to behave strangely. We went to a cafe, sat at the table, and he was looking at me intently. I couldn’t understand what he wanted. Suddenly it struck me: they announced the date on the radio. It was his birthday! I felt terrible for forgetting his birthday. On holiday, you lose track of time. © Overheard / Ideer
I had a problem at passport control after dyeing my hair from blonde to brunette. The officer refused to recognize me in my passport. Thankfully, there was a female officer in the next window. She looked at my passport, then at me, then at her colleague, sighed, and gave me back my passport.
I spent my long-awaited holiday last year in an unforgettable way. I was supposed to have a 2-week holiday to take a break from work and decided that I would go traveling by car. I booked hotels and planned the route. And on the first day of my holiday… I got chicken pox. There’s nothing better than lying in a stuffy flat with a fever. And trying to find a position that doesn’t hurt. And you can’t wash or eat properly because you have blisters even on your tongue.
We stayed in a 5-star hotel. So the maid washed glasses (from which we drank only water) with the same chemicals she washed the toilet (the smell can’t be confused). I wouldn’t be surprised if she used the same sponge
This summer we were on holiday in a hot country. I was sunbathing with my boyfriend by the pool. I asked him to take a photo of me. So while I was trying to take a panther pose, I leaned on the back of the sunbed, which under my weight flipped backwards, and I flew with it, taking an acrobatic pose. As a result, I was lying on the ground upside down, the bed was above me, there were a lot of tourists around looking at me, and I felt both funny and embarrassed. Anyway, I didn’t get a photo that day. And I’m more careful with sunbeds now.
We are having dinner at an all-inclusive hotel. I see a woman at the neighboring table keep bringing food: a full plate of cakes, fruit, meat, and chicken. Naturally, almost everything was left on the table. They got up to leave, and I couldn’t stand it and said, “If it’s free of charge, it doesn’t mean you can send it trash.” And she said, “My dear, go to reception and complain about it. See what they’ll tell you.”
We were on holiday in Vietnam. Sunbeds on the beach had a fee, of about $1. A woman about 60 years old came up to us and asked, “Can I lie nearby?” We didn’t understand what she meant, so we let her. And this lady lay down right next to my sunbed in the shadow of my umbrella, probably to save some money. And so she lay there all day… We couldn’t even talk because we could disturb her. So, she had money for an expensive trip, but not for civilized leisure on the beach.
And this mother had a terrible vacation because of her children. Check out how she sorted things out.