make this into a short film, or at least a short story.
christ, rich, nothing to even remotely compare to that ordeal.
once had to spend a night in a shit airport motel in Madrid many years ago when there was a problem with my ticket in a connection from Barcelona to nyc. when I checked in in BCN, the agent said the first part of the trip was fine but the connection from Madrid to nyc had been cancelled, said to fly to Madrid and they'd sort it out there. of course, there's no love lost between Spain and Catalonia, so I seemed to piss off the woman at the airline ticket counter in Madrid when I relayed that message. that airline had only one nyc flight a day and it was full, so had to rebook for the next day.
then I somehow managed to exit the gate area the wrong way and was immediately surrounded by three Spanish paramilitary dudes working security, with their machine guns drawn. this was back when the ETA was still bombing public places and Spanish security was on high alert. once they realize I was just a harmless stupid American who didn't notice the do not enter signs, they let me go.
this was pre-cellphone/internet days, so not even sure how I found out about the motel (not even good enough to called a hotel), maybe asked a taxi driver to take me to the closest place. small dumpy place, probably a hot-sheet motel, I was probably one of the only people who actually stayed overnight. can't recall all the details but in retrospect just lucky I didn't get robbed or stabbed, LOL! no one knew where I was, anything could have happened.
Ahh well. Points for trying, anyway.wanted to take my girlfriend away for a weekend when i was 18, absolutely skint and had never been anywhere, thought i'd keep it a surprise for her until the day, looked at paris but it was way too expensive, had heard that manchester was cool and so found a cheap hotel in.....eccles......we got there and watched a documentary about sam allardyce on the TV, all things considered it wasn't as romantic as i'd hoped
It's quite dull, tbh. I was on the Delta flight in a window seat in the 2-seat side row and this bloke who looked like a bigger/balder Tony Soprano with a paisley short-sleeved shirt sat next to me and liberally spread himself over both seats. By this stage, I was so knackered and relieved to not be sitting in Fort Worth overnight (or have my anus probed by the TSA), I just assumed a zen-like calm, paid $5 for a tiny can of warm, greasy 'ale' and drifted off.
really sick travelling experienceNot really in the same vein as some of the stuff on here, but we recently had our first experience of having to pull off a motorway and find the first random sideroad where we could stop in order to clean all the toddler sick out of a car seat using a pack of wetwipes.