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Your most OMG or hilarious moment while on vacation.
Your most OMG or hilarious moment while on vacation.
It is so slow at work today that I decided to look around the Mexico forum on tripadvisor. I'm telling ya....some of it is hysterical! So, I thought for some fun, we could post ours here on the off topic forum.
Here's one from the Mexican forum:
You would think being from Milwaukee I could handle this but Tequila is it's own animal! 1st time in Mexico at one of the Bahia's... swim up bar with flaming shots in the colors of the Mexican flag, very impressive. Shockingly, made it back to the hotel room. The next morning I discovered I took my contacts out and cleaned them with toothpaste and brushed my teeth with sun screen. Good times... Yes, I brought another pair of contacts!
God I laughed so hard!
Here's one from the Mexican forum:
You would think being from Milwaukee I could handle this but Tequila is it's own animal! 1st time in Mexico at one of the Bahia's... swim up bar with flaming shots in the colors of the Mexican flag, very impressive. Shockingly, made it back to the hotel room. The next morning I discovered I took my contacts out and cleaned them with toothpaste and brushed my teeth with sun screen. Good times... Yes, I brought another pair of contacts!
God I laughed so hard!
"Paradise...it's a state of mine"
When researching our Fall 10 trip to Mexico, I was reading some of the forum and you are right Connie, some of that stuff is not to be believed.
The unlimited access to free booze makes people do crazy things....
So my mom takes us to Mexico for Thanksgiving. We stayed at an all-inclusive. Upon check-in, my DH is given three "towel" cards. If you never stayed at an all-inclusive, you don't understand how freakin fracken important these towel cards are to your vacation.
Each guest gets one beach towel card. In the morning, you take your card to a little hut and in return for the card, you are given a clean beach towel. No card, no towel. Any time during the day, you can get a dry beach towel and at the end of the day, you turn in your used beach towel and are given your card back.
At check-in, the staff stresses the importance of of not losing this card. If you do, it is a $50 charge per lost card/towel. Being that my mom is paying for this trip, I mention to my dear husband "please don't lose that card."
He gets our three towels and off we go. The towels come back to the room with us, after an afternoon of drinking on an empty stomach. For reasons he still can't explain, he got up in the middle of the night and threw our three beach towels and every single one of our bath towels out the room door.
He wakes me up at 5am to tell me he thinks he f-ed up because all of our towels are gone. I told him I didn't care how he did it but he better go get new towel cards NOW because no one wants to explain to my mother why a $150 charge will be showing up on her room bill.
He walked up to the front desk (getting lost several times because it is dark) and explained himself many times over to the hotel staff. The early morning staff didn't speak English.
Between all of them, they must have been able to piece together drunk+mistake+MIL+wife+pathetically hung over gringo = trouble for this man, and felt sorry for him.
They gave him new towel cards.
The unlimited access to free booze makes people do crazy things....
So my mom takes us to Mexico for Thanksgiving. We stayed at an all-inclusive. Upon check-in, my DH is given three "towel" cards. If you never stayed at an all-inclusive, you don't understand how freakin fracken important these towel cards are to your vacation.
Each guest gets one beach towel card. In the morning, you take your card to a little hut and in return for the card, you are given a clean beach towel. No card, no towel. Any time during the day, you can get a dry beach towel and at the end of the day, you turn in your used beach towel and are given your card back.
At check-in, the staff stresses the importance of of not losing this card. If you do, it is a $50 charge per lost card/towel. Being that my mom is paying for this trip, I mention to my dear husband "please don't lose that card."
He gets our three towels and off we go. The towels come back to the room with us, after an afternoon of drinking on an empty stomach. For reasons he still can't explain, he got up in the middle of the night and threw our three beach towels and every single one of our bath towels out the room door.
He wakes me up at 5am to tell me he thinks he f-ed up because all of our towels are gone. I told him I didn't care how he did it but he better go get new towel cards NOW because no one wants to explain to my mother why a $150 charge will be showing up on her room bill.
He walked up to the front desk (getting lost several times because it is dark) and explained himself many times over to the hotel staff. The early morning staff didn't speak English.
Between all of them, they must have been able to piece together drunk+mistake+MIL+wife+pathetically hung over gringo = trouble for this man, and felt sorry for him.
They gave him new towel cards.
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Greenskeeper
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This could be fun.
While in Mexico, my then 6 year old twins were unphased by the women around us of various shapes and sizes sunbathing topless. Not even a mention. While playing in the sand, they looked up to see a gentleman in a speedo walk by. They turned to us and said "Mom, Dad why would a man EVER wear his wife's bathing suit bottom to the beach?"
Another trip to Mexico we spent the day in Playa Del Carmen and dined at our favorite on the beach Restaurant in the world, La Tarraya. We were waiting for the shuttle to bring us back to our resort and after finding out, it was not running regularly from a group also headed back, we opted to take a cab. The whole group could not fit everyone in their single cab so we agreed to let a woman (who turned out to be obnoxiously drunk) in the group ride with us. She got into the front seat of the cab, nary a word to the cab driver, slurping on something in a McDonald's cup. We started talking about the trip and she was horrified to find out we had dined at a local restaurant. She went on to say how she would never do that, the country was dirty and she stuck with places like McDonalds that she knew she were safe. One of my kids whispered "does she think they import the water and ice from the US? The more this bimbo talked the faster and more erratic the driver became, hitting the brakes and tossing her about like a rag doll. We pulled into the resort tires screeching and got out of the cab. My son said to the driver "Great driving Jeff Gordon." The driver gave us a wink, thanked us in English and tore out of the hotel.
While in Mexico, my then 6 year old twins were unphased by the women around us of various shapes and sizes sunbathing topless. Not even a mention. While playing in the sand, they looked up to see a gentleman in a speedo walk by. They turned to us and said "Mom, Dad why would a man EVER wear his wife's bathing suit bottom to the beach?"
Another trip to Mexico we spent the day in Playa Del Carmen and dined at our favorite on the beach Restaurant in the world, La Tarraya. We were waiting for the shuttle to bring us back to our resort and after finding out, it was not running regularly from a group also headed back, we opted to take a cab. The whole group could not fit everyone in their single cab so we agreed to let a woman (who turned out to be obnoxiously drunk) in the group ride with us. She got into the front seat of the cab, nary a word to the cab driver, slurping on something in a McDonald's cup. We started talking about the trip and she was horrified to find out we had dined at a local restaurant. She went on to say how she would never do that, the country was dirty and she stuck with places like McDonalds that she knew she were safe. One of my kids whispered "does she think they import the water and ice from the US? The more this bimbo talked the faster and more erratic the driver became, hitting the brakes and tossing her about like a rag doll. We pulled into the resort tires screeching and got out of the cab. My son said to the driver "Great driving Jeff Gordon." The driver gave us a wink, thanked us in English and tore out of the hotel.
lol, PA that's some very expensive towels!
Here's my story.
First trip to ST. Thomas. First night, we decided we were going to go to Duffy's, but didn't want to drive because we knew we were going to be drinking.
So, we go to the top of Sapphire and wait for a cab to drive by. A small pickup truck pulls over with 2 locals in it and alot of brush in the back.
The driver, a sweet man, told us he would drive us to Duffy's. Husband jumps in the back of the truck and I get in the front seat. Thoughts of Natalie Holloway are now going through my head. Thoughts of my husband being thrown out of the truck is in there too. That short ride to Duffy's was the longest ride of my life and it's only about a mile away. I'm almost crying, but they let us off and smile and pull away.
Fast forward to my first night of drinking too many painkillers and alot of dancing.
Another local offers to drive us home, but I felt alot better because it was a girl. She dropped us off right at our condo.
The next morning, remembering almost nothing, I want into the shower and found a duffy's sticker stuck on my left nip***
Thoughts came back into my head that I was up on the bar dancing and was rewarded by the bartender.
Good times, too bad I can't remember 1/2 of it.
Here's my story.
First trip to ST. Thomas. First night, we decided we were going to go to Duffy's, but didn't want to drive because we knew we were going to be drinking.
So, we go to the top of Sapphire and wait for a cab to drive by. A small pickup truck pulls over with 2 locals in it and alot of brush in the back.
The driver, a sweet man, told us he would drive us to Duffy's. Husband jumps in the back of the truck and I get in the front seat. Thoughts of Natalie Holloway are now going through my head. Thoughts of my husband being thrown out of the truck is in there too. That short ride to Duffy's was the longest ride of my life and it's only about a mile away. I'm almost crying, but they let us off and smile and pull away.
Fast forward to my first night of drinking too many painkillers and alot of dancing.
Another local offers to drive us home, but I felt alot better because it was a girl. She dropped us off right at our condo.
The next morning, remembering almost nothing, I want into the shower and found a duffy's sticker stuck on my left nip***
Thoughts came back into my head that I was up on the bar dancing and was rewarded by the bartender.
Good times, too bad I can't remember 1/2 of it.
"Paradise...it's a state of mine"
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Marcia (Mrs. Pete)
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Similar story: took our four kids to an all inclusive in Cozumel. They were 18,17,17 and 14. DO NOT LOSE THE TOWEL OR CARD was our mantra. Last day, we had a little time by the pool before having to check out. There was a large family getting ready to check out and they were missing a towel. Yelling and panic ensued. We were kind of laughing at the whole thing, feeling pretty proud that we had managed to have no towel/card issues for the whole week. Pete and I went up to our room to do some packing, leaving our towels on our lounge chairs as always, with books, etc on them. Came down a few minutes later to hear the family with the "missing" towel at the front desk say "here it is!!!". We went to our lounges and my towel was gone. Book on the ground!!!PA Girl wrote:
At check-in, the staff stresses the importance of of not losing this card. If you do, it is a $50 charge per lost card/towel. Being that my mom is paying for this trip, I mention to my dear husband "please don't lose that card."
Pete went into the lobby to catch the thieving family and they were just pulling out of the resort. It took A LOT of convincing to get the hotel to back off of charging us for the "lost" towel.
Marcia (Mrs. Pete)
Missing St. John. As always.
Missing St. John. As always.
We went on a cruise with my best friend and his girlfriend she hadn't ever been any where but WI. We get into cozemel and go to senoir frogs after a day of wandering around. As we walk in a waitress shoves a bottle into my mouth tips my had back grabs my crotch my nipples and slaps me on the butt She does this to the other 3 too. Well after about 3 rounds of this we tell her to stop proceed to drink at the bar. I drag the other 3 out of the bar to make it back to the ship before it leaves. My buddy's girlfriend proceeds to tell all that will listen that today was the first time another girl touched her boobs and she kind of liked it. So to this day every time I see her I aske if she still likes it.
Mexica sounds hilarious.
Off to the Keys.
Airlines loses our luggage. We're in Fort Lauderdale for the night.
Get to the beach, no bathing suit? No problem. I have a black bra on and black underwear. I'm so pissed at this time, that that's what I wear for a bathing suit.
Next day we go to the Keys, pull over to talk to the airline. No bags. Husband pulls back, instead of forward, hits the phone booth, pulls off the right side mirror....I cry.
Go to K-Mart for clothes. I'm not anti K-Mart, but K-Mart? Airlines ask me how much I'm going to spend a bathing suit. I say "Who gives a s**, whatever fits".
We go on a fishing trip. Calm water. With 15 minutes, I feel like I'm on Deadliest Catch. I get hooked by husband's fishing rod on my arm. Hook pushed through and cut.
Drive back to Fort Lauderdale, decide to ship whatever we bought home. Lock the keys in the trunk. This was on the way to the airport. Call car rental company, they come out with another key.
Nevver gut our luggage company, but got $2500.00 PP for loss.
Yeah!
Off to the Keys.
Airlines loses our luggage. We're in Fort Lauderdale for the night.
Get to the beach, no bathing suit? No problem. I have a black bra on and black underwear. I'm so pissed at this time, that that's what I wear for a bathing suit.
Next day we go to the Keys, pull over to talk to the airline. No bags. Husband pulls back, instead of forward, hits the phone booth, pulls off the right side mirror....I cry.
Go to K-Mart for clothes. I'm not anti K-Mart, but K-Mart? Airlines ask me how much I'm going to spend a bathing suit. I say "Who gives a s**, whatever fits".
We go on a fishing trip. Calm water. With 15 minutes, I feel like I'm on Deadliest Catch. I get hooked by husband's fishing rod on my arm. Hook pushed through and cut.
Drive back to Fort Lauderdale, decide to ship whatever we bought home. Lock the keys in the trunk. This was on the way to the airport. Call car rental company, they come out with another key.
Nevver gut our luggage company, but got $2500.00 PP for loss.
Yeah!
"Paradise...it's a state of mine"
I hesitate to tell this story (never been shared with anyone besides my husband who was there), but I am among friends, right?
It was our first trip to St. John…November 2002.
We were staying at Caneel Bay and enjoying our time at one of the Caneel beaches. I realized that I had to go the bathroom…#2. So, I grabbed my bag and headed back to the room. For those of you who have been to Caneel Bay, the property is quite large – so it probably took me 5-10 minutes to get back to the room. Alas, I got there and no key! And no bathroom in sight.
I head back to the beach (another 5-10 minute walk) and realize that I cannot possibly make it back to the room. I am completely unsure of what to do. My husband then utters the words that have been a running joke in our home since the trip: “Take your flippers and go!” So, I did, I swam out as far as I could and… I was mortified.
When I got back to the beach, we realized that the key to the room was indeed in my beach bag and I had had it with me the entire time.
It was our first trip to St. John…November 2002.
We were staying at Caneel Bay and enjoying our time at one of the Caneel beaches. I realized that I had to go the bathroom…#2. So, I grabbed my bag and headed back to the room. For those of you who have been to Caneel Bay, the property is quite large – so it probably took me 5-10 minutes to get back to the room. Alas, I got there and no key! And no bathroom in sight.
I head back to the beach (another 5-10 minute walk) and realize that I cannot possibly make it back to the room. I am completely unsure of what to do. My husband then utters the words that have been a running joke in our home since the trip: “Take your flippers and go!” So, I did, I swam out as far as I could and… I was mortified.
When I got back to the beach, we realized that the key to the room was indeed in my beach bag and I had had it with me the entire time.
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mindehankins
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Connie, I barely made it. The story leaves out me being on the verge of tears and trying to blame my husband that I did not have the room key...hard to blame him when I actually did have it.
And I do have to think that I am not alone in this. Some folks have had to been in similar circumstances. Of course it has taken me nine years to go public with my "confession" so it is likely not readily admitted.
And I do have to think that I am not alone in this. Some folks have had to been in similar circumstances. Of course it has taken me nine years to go public with my "confession" so it is likely not readily admitted.