Any disastrous holiday memories?

Driving on the peripherique (ringroad) in Paris is bad enough but to breakdown in a car with a very young child was pretty scary. My worst holiday experience was probably getting food poison in a Swiss hotel. A whole load of us became ill.

In May I am going on a cruise for the first time. Anyone with horror stories from their cruise experiences?

10 day holiday in Majorca. We went to great lengths to book a holiday with daytime flights because the children were quite small and a hotel in a quiet location as I am not a night time person and hate loud music.

In the week before the holiday the tour company changed the flight back to night time, when we got to the airport the flight out was delayed long enough to be a night time flight out and when we reached Majorca we were told that they had had to change our hotel. The new one was opposite a row of shops, most of them bars that blared music out until the small hours and, yes, our room faced them.

After three days DD went down with bronchitis, I followed suit two days later. DH and DS managed to stay well, but went to the beach etc without DD and I. Finally on the last day DS began to look decidedly peaky. As he was playing with his evening meal he said: 'Mummy I feel sick' - and was, all over the dinner table. At which point they called our coach to the airport so I turned the table cloth over the evidence and ran.

After we got home it took us over a week to recover from the various respiratory and gastric bugs we had picked up while away.

On the last day of our holiday on Zakynthos, in 1987, I let hubby persuade me into letting him hire a moped, and against my better judgement I perched on the back, and off we went. All went well for a while, despite him keep telling me to lean with the bike when we went around bends, and me being determined not to (well, scared to, actually!). Then he decided to take a winding road up the side of a mountain, well, a very large hill, and on a particularly sharp bend, the bike went over, we flew off, me landing in a prickly bush, sustaining lots of cuts and bruises, but they were preferable to what could have happened, when I looked behind said bush, there was a steep drop down the mountainside! My first, and last, time on a bike!!