What's your worst ever travel story that you'd like to share?

I’ve never had a bad travel experience. I like to look for the adventure in it. Even when things go wrong I just go with it.

Exactly. Seems like when things go wrong, that’s when we have the best time.

I was up in the Adirondacks and we got 6 inches of heavy snow. The power goes off mid hockey game. We head back to the motel and set in front of the fire drinking wine. We had extra flashlights so we helped escort guests to their rooms and helping out the owners handing out candles etc. They gave us a bottle of wine from their private stock. It was fun. The power came back on about 4 hours later

Well, my husband managed to strand me on a lake in a boat for about 4 hours, until about midnight. All the other boats had left so there was no one to rescue me. It was the best time. Ever.

When I was a kid for some strange reason it was thought a good idea to take a trip to Denmark. On the ferry my brother basically puked all over his bunk. I was on the top bunk at the time…..not good!
When we arrived at our destination, it was Copenhagen by the way, well let’s just say i’ve seen more exciting mortuaries. I mean, an industrial estate, a few shops & lots & lots of people wearing anoraks. To an eleven year old boy, as I was at the time, fun it weren’t!

I am almost afraid to tell this true story.

I was in my twenties and my wife and I decided to travel the country with our two children. We were gone about two weeks traveling in my 1974 red Volkswagen Beetle. No air conditioning and we sweat bullits the whole trip. We made a retangular trip of Nashville to Oklahoma to Dallas to New Orleans, to Birmingham, to Ft. Launderdale and to home. The temperature was about 106 degrees, somewhere in Arkansas. We had a “pump-a-drink” gallon jug that kept pumping iced tea to us. That was a trip to remember.

We all were having fun, in spite of the heat, until my wife decided that everyone should have a laxative. One Correctol to each child and two Correctol for me. She slipped us a mickey drink the night before and we never knew it…....well, until it hit us on the interstate, somewhere in Louisiana. Desperation is not a good enough word for the griping in our stomachs. I finally reached an interstate exit, at above the posted speed limit. We traveled forever on the exit road, until we reached a small unknown town. This was on a Sunday morning and everything was closed. I spotted a gas station that was abandoned and pulled in. My son ran out of the car at a full speed ahead. I was right behind him. As he entered the mens restroom door, I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. “Adults, first”, I stated. He was hurting so bad that he just cried.

My wife laughed all the way back home. I still owe her one for that little trick!!

First paragraph I’m thinking…are you insane?! Now I have to read the rest of it….
...WHY did she do that? Didn’t she realize she was going to be the one who has to clean out the car???!!

I was younger [around 10–12]. I was in a train. Another kid jumped in the same compartment.
After a while he opened [I recall being a suitcase of some sort] and then he toked out some food. He put a lot in his mouth and when I say a lot it’s was a lot. Then he spitted it out of his mouth in his open palms and started eating it slowly.
I figured it out later that he did it because home he had to eat fast and he did the deed so others won’t take his food. But we were alone in the compartment and I wasn’t inclined to take his food.
‘t was awful and awkward for the remaining time of the trip.

I rode a Greyhound bus from SW OK to NH and it was shit. That is too far to go in one of those and why are all the bus terminals/ stops in the worst shitholes of the city? Imagine, before cellphones and I-pods doing this. Haven’t been the same since.

I’ve heard horror stories about buses…

The worst? Last December, I was headed to England, and like thousands of others, we were stranded at the Amsterdam airport when there was a sudden snowstorm. It took almost 24 hours before flights were allowed to leave and over a day before I was able to catch a flight to Manchester.

For me, this wasn’t horrific, but merely an inconvenience that turned into an adventure. Over 13 hours were spent standing in line, and over a half-dozen of us, each from a different country, bonded over the experience. I worried about those that had an infant in tow and those on medication, but everyone seemed to be displaying an incredible amount of patience.

The worst story I’ve heard from all of the co-workers that travel for a living is when a friend was driving down the interstate, and a long metal piece of something flew out of the truck bed in front of him, bounced off of the hood of the car, and smashed through the windshield. My apology…I no longer have his photos of it. He was really lucky to have not been harmed.

@Dutchess_III They’re all true no doubt. Did any of them involve the crapper, in the back, with the blue shit in it?

Ew! No.

I hated to use those. I mean everyone on the bus is watching you go back there to go in that vile little room. They are nasty but so are most of the bathrooms in the bus station that is the next stop so I gamble and hold off till I get to a crapper, with no wheels under it. The bus is bouncing along the road and you never know if the driver is going to use the brakes or anything. What if there were to be an accident “the bus”, and it was a bad one while you are in there. It would be easy to get killed in there, with that blue stuff all over you….turd halfway out of your butt. Cops taking pictures of the accident scene. Want that to be the last picture of yourself?

Greyhound busses may well be in my future because of two horrific experiences at the hands of TSA people. Feel free to read between the lines.

Greyhounds are in their own private category. I traveled from Indiana to Iowa and back again. At least ⅓ of the time the toilet in the bus smelled so strongly of urine that my eyes burned. I used to run a cleaning business, so I cleaned it from top to bottom, and because I had nothing else to use, I used whatever materials I found on hand at the time. Considering that I did not have all the right materials, I did a pretty good job. Next time I travel by bus, I’ll make a point of bringing my own deodorizer/sanitizer, rubber gloves, etc.

I think I already told a few people about this, but here it goes.

This year, I went on a small European trip. I was in Ukraine with a few friends and I had a really bad headache that day. We didn’t have any medicine, so I went next door to ask a guy for pain medicine. We had interacted before and he was very nice to us, so I figured it would be harmless. He gave me something that looked like Hydrocodone and he assured me it would take care of all of my problems. I took it and a few hours later, I was going through the worst string of symptoms ever. My friends had left to go back home that day, so I was all alone, in a hotel room vomiting my brains out. I quickly got a headache 10x worse than the one I had before the medicine, and I started to fade in and out of reality. I called the hospital while I could and it turned out that I had taken a very dangerous medicine that was rocking the streets in Kiev. I had some pretty bad liver problems after that and I had to go back to America immediately. It was horrid.

I had grown up camping year after year, buy my first camping trip as an adult was turned into a crazy adventure when we ended up in the midst of a terrible wind storm, followed by a really strong earthquake.We were staying at the Salton Sea in southern California, during it’s hey day

I broke my wrist on a Greek island. I had to fly back to the US two weeks early for surgery. It wasn’t too bad though, because it makes for a great story. Not so fun for my friends though who had to help me with everything.

#2: My friend and I were stuck in France! We thought we had bought tickets to Valencia, Spain, but had actually bought tickets to Valence, France. We arrived at midnight speaking no French. 22 hours and 7 trains later we made it to Spain. Again, great story, great memory, best friends now.

@sliceswiththings Ha ha ha ha ha!

I have so many. Long story cut very short… my ex took my on a weekend away. What I didn’t know is he hadn’t booked anywhere. Thought it would be fine to just arrive and find somewhere. Except it was the middle of winter (December in the UK) and he took me to a holiday spot on the Llŷn Peninsula in Wales. Obviously people don’t go there in December for a holiday.

We arrived and all the signs on the guest houses said ‘no vacancy’. It was now night and we hadn’t eaten for hours. We finally found some poor woman’s house who had forgotten to put the “you are not welcome here” sign out and she took pity on us for one night. The area is breathtakingly beautiful, but don’t go in December unless you have booked somewhere first.

Do NOT ever allow men to plan anything. Ever.

XD
Thanks for all your stories guys!

Your welcome.

I went to Geneva from London on a work trip. I got gastoenteritis on the second last day and by the time we got to the airport, I was majorly poorly. The flight was cancelled because the air traffic control system was broken. The only available flight the following day was to Liverpool, which is about 300 miles from London. The next day I ended up in the airport medical room getting a morphine injection for the pain. I made it on to the plane in a wheelchair and we had to get a taxi from Liverpool which cost £200. I was off work for three weeks.

Once my mum and I went to England and I sat next to a 50 year old man in the plane. Now after having dinner my jeans really started to dig into my stomach, seriously thought it was as if they were slicing me in half and cutting me up open. I couldn’t even open my button because there was a man sitting right next to me and it would have been too mbarrassing. I was beside my self in pain and was absolutely dreading the 3 hour journey. Then it hit me, BATHROOM. So I went to the toilet and opened my button, thank god I was wearing a long shirt.

PS: did I mention I was wearing size 6 jeans when I was clearly an 8 but was in denial !