We all have some quirky holiday experience we often share with people. It would be great to read about yours.
What can you do?
Write about an experience that stands out in your mind about a holiday or time of travel. Take us on the journey with you so we feel like we were there too.
An example
Barcelona Girls
I think someone is yelling at us in Spanish, I whisper in a
groggy voice to my girlfriends. We are in a one bedroom apartment in Barcelona.
It is about 10 in the morning and we have not long been asleep after another
night of hedonism in the vibrant, party city. The girls are apprehensive about
investigating the source of the voice. It’s quite angry, bordering on violence.
I go outside onto the balcony to inspect. Our balcony looks onto other balconies
separated by a thoroughfare. Below are shop fronts and people walking by and
riding pushbikes, chatting to each other. A man is waving his hands about, irate, yelling
out the same incomprehensible sounds. By this time the girls have joined me on
the balcony.
Our ignorance only serves to fuel his anger. He disappears
and soon we hear thumping on our door. Jen runs into the bedroom and hides in
the wardrobe, Michelle locks herself in the bathroom and Rach toughs it out
with me. We hear scuffling outside as more men join our distressed neighbour.
We presume it’s the police and freak out even more, despite our innocence. Jen
rings the owners of the apartment, attempting to tell them what is happening,
but their English is not good all of a sudden. She informs them that the police
have been called and the phone drops dead.
The man hurries back downstairs and confronts us again on the
balcony. A lodger in the apartment block joins the fray with her dog on a leash
and begins to translate for us. She tells us that, as we expected, the police
have been called and that our air conditioning is leaking and dripping down onto
the entrance of the man’s shop. Right, now we understand. A Caucasian man
appears in the balcony next to ours. He has dreadlocks and looks like he’s been
out partying all night like we have been. ‘He just called you stupid bitches,’ he
tells us blankly.
The police bang on the door and we open it this time. They
inform us that an infringement notice will be issued to the owner, who incidentally
is not licenced to accommodate tourists or travellers. Someone rushes to find
our receipt. We are frantic now that we
will have to leave. Our time in Barcelona had just begun and none of us wanted
it to be cut short. There were barmen to continue flirting with, bar front display
boxes to pose in, paella to be eaten and dancing to the wee hours of the
morning to be done. The police reassure us that we can stay. We all let out a
collective sigh of relief and laugh in a kind of shocked excitement.