By MAMAMIA TEAM.
Everyone has got some holiday disaster stories. The one where all of your perfect plans just didn’t quite come off. But there is something about those holiday disaster stories that actually makes them all the more memorable.
Despite the weather not doing what it was supposed to, or the company not being what you’d hoped – they end up being incredibly special times for you and your family.
This week in The Little Things That Are Big To You series, which we’re bringing to you thanks to our generous partners at Holiday Inn, the crew shares their holiday disaster stories of times that didn’t quite turn out like they were expected to.
Take a look.
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Top Comments
Worst for me was when I took my youngest daughter out camping last year. Her first time camping with me alone, which is a sort of "rite of passage" for my kids. It means that I think they are old enough and sensible enough to come camping with me. Previously she'd only been camping with larger groups.
A storm caught us out walking, soaking us. When we got back to camp, it had also wrecked our tent, and soaked everything. I was OK, because I had spare clothes behind the driver's seat. But all her stuff was soaked, so she couldn't change into warm clothes.
OK, start up and use the car heater to warm and dry us. For the only time in its life, my beloved old Patrol wouldn't go. And the ground was so wet and slippery that I couldn't get it to roll start. So I rang my wife, asked her to come up the next day and rescue us (too late and too wet to bother that night).
So we spent the night sleeping in the car, with my daughter wearing my safety jacket to keep her warm.
It turned out that one of the new batteries I had bought just two months earlier had died, so I got two newies under warranty.
Yeah, that's why I hate camping. The last time we went I found the butter and bacon swimming in our esky and came home practically bloodless due to sparrow sized mosquities. And call it a FWP - but I missed my laptop.
I love camping. And if I didn't have a little girl who was starting to shiver, I would have re-assembled camp and carried on without calling for backup.
If I really had to, I could have got the car going, but I'm lazy enough to not let my pride get in the way.
And it made a cool story for her, which she was still telling several weeks later.
Was very warm & fuzzy to see you lovely ladies in the relaxed setting sharing holiday stories. I look forward to the next one :-)