Bad Vacation Stories...

OK...Here's one for your reading enjoyment

When I was about 16 my father and I and his sister, her daughter and her boyfriend went to Puerta Vallarta Mexico for a week. It was a great resort, nice pool and all that. We went on a day trip to La Isla Muertas (The Island of Women??) where the only way to get there is either by boat or water plane. There was this couple (honeymooners) on the boat and the wife was really see seasick. So her new husband would go down to the galley to get her water to help ease her stomach and while he was down there he'd slam back a few beers and then come up to help her out. THe island was boring but thankfully we didn't stay there that long. As we were sailing back I'm looking out over the water and I see this guy floating in the water. I turn to my dad and say 'Gosh, he's really floated far from shore' when all of a sudden his head bobs underneath the water and stays there! I found a dead body!
Turns out there was a boating accident the day before and they found all the people on the boat except this one guy. We ended up waiting there with the body for about 2 hours until the Coast Guard came to claim the body.
While we were waiting, I started talking to the guy who was on his honeymoon and asked him how his wife was feeling and he said 'What wife'? I said...'the wife you came to Mexico with...remember?' He LEFT HER ON THE ISLAND!!! They had to send a sea plane to pick her up. Nice guy huh!

Vacations with my family are like the 'National Lampoon' vacations. Next time I'll tell you about my horror vacation I had when I was 18...stuck at a couples resort with my dad and his girlfriend and no one under the age of 40.

Ironically, I believe La Isla Muertas means Island of the dead, or Death Island. Hehe. I'm sure I can come up with a few, let me think back to all those vacations I have buried in the back of my mind

one vacation driving back from florida my sister was nasseas(sp?)... I proceeded to eat a roll right in front of her face... we had to pull over for her to puke

Second Story....

I went on another vacation with my dad and his GF to the Dominican Republic. When we got to the airport there wasn't a 'real' baggage terminal, just a large room with a hole in the wall where they drove a truck up to and threw the luggage bags through. You had to wade through hundreds of bags to find yours. Then as we went through customs they dumped my whole suitcase on the floor and started rummaging through my clothes and stuff.
When we finally got to the resort I learned that it was a couples resort...nice huh. Me, my dad, his GF and about a hundred other couples all over the age of 40! Not too much fun for a 18 year old.
The resort was nice but it was in the middle of an energy crisis so the power would go out each night at 8:00.
So each night when my dad and his GF would go out to dinner I would stay in my room and try to read by candlelight. One night as I was reading I heard this ticking noise downstairs (We had a room that had a bedroom up a short flight of stairs) So I go downstairs to see if I can see what the ticking noise was and all of a sudden the lights come on and I see this HUGH cockroach running across the floor! Needless to say I pretty much wanted to go home after that.

Mind you... my dad picked this place over going to Hawaii!

lol... well when you find out im sure the girls on here would be able to tell you what the place is like..
i dont think you could go wrong with a sandals vacation..