Once again this year I carefully selected my favourite photographs of our holiday to showcase on Facebook. Funnily enough I didn’t take any pictures of the less than memorable moments, and like any family holiday, there were quite a lot of them. Our recent getaways have been peppered with illness, car breakdowns and near death experiences. That’s apart from the obligatory shouting at the kids and spousal arguments which tend to drive one towards another glass of wine, which we don’t talk about.
It cannot be possible that we are alone in this, I’m pretty sure that everybody has secrets about their holidays, events that they’d rather not remember and would certainly not post pictures of on social media. We tend to filter out the worst images and pretend life is glossy which, according to research, leaves other people feeling depressed and inadequate. So to bolster you up and make you feel a bit better, here’s the alternative but ‘fuller picture’ version of our recent getaways, as inspired by a visit to my dear cousin, who shall remain anonymous to protect her identity.
We had a good laugh my cousin (who, like Emma Thompson, is beautiful in real life), our husbands and I about how the pictures really would look like if we had been brave enough to share them. Their’s had been a particularly disastrous trip this time, ending in broken bones, a torn ligament and a lost tooth. She looked not unlike Nanny McPhee for a couple of days. Sadly I couldn’t persuade her to update her Facebook profile with a true and accurate image.
The day she lost her tooth co-incided with us losing our clutch en-route to the airport. The good news is it is possible to drive with a dodgy clutch if you know how, as my husband does and so we even managed to drive a further 184 miles, through the rugged HIghlands of Scotland.
It reminded me of our previous holiday, which was in South Africa, when the car we were driving sprang a leak in a part of the cooling system so we had call the break down service from the side of a busy road. With our bonnet standing open and my kids thinking it was hilarious to dance and wave a safe distance from the verge, hundreds of people drove merrily by and waved back.
The tow truck driver was a young discontented fellow in rubber slip-ons and socks, ‘Save us from our driver!’, was my first thought. We were driving a Toyota Land Cruiser which is the weight of a small elephant. It was winched up onto the truck and we took our seats in the tow truck cab, mere centimetres in front of the grille of our car. On the return trip to the garage he drove the truck at the maximum speed limit using his elbows, his hands were not free as he was WhatsApping his mates – he informed us that the coming weekend would be spent in an alcoholic oblivion. There were no seatbelts in the cab, we were squeezed onto a vinyl covered bench, one of my buttocks was threatening to be pressed against the neighbouring one of our driver but I refused it permission. My knuckles were white with, not only fear, but also from trying my best to stay on the seat when we careered around the corners. I had no intention of sliding over onto his lap. And I genuinely thought we would all die that evening.
For the first three days of our recent trip to Scotland our youngest child ran a temperature, was vomiting and hardly ate so when her neck swelled up on the fourth day, we took her to the doctor. He reassured us that her bug had passed and the swollen glands were healthy and good signs of that being the case. I was dubious but he was right, thankfully. On our previous holiday she had an ear infection and combined with a wax blockage but because we only spent a few days in each place, we had to visit two different doctors and an ENT specialist to finally get it all cleared up.
I’m looking forward to a holiday when we don’t have to visit a mechanic or a doctor.
Then on this trip there was a moment when I thought I would die again. My feet went out from beneath me on a slippery rock, I landed flat on my back and my head just missed smacking the rock by centimetres. I was out of view of my kids and my husband was at the mechanic (!). Thankfully I was only bruised with a headache and had whiplash for a few days, I was a grateful but cranky, stiff-necked woman.
So sadly I cannot show you any candid snap shots of my husband unsuccessfully trying to hitch-hike home, my child lying limp and sweaty on the couch or me lying face up in a puddle, perhaps those are memories I’d rather not keep or repeat. They do make good fuel for a story though and one thing is for sure, our holidays certainly don’t lack adventure. Through our various mishaps we have met some interesting local characters and actually, I think that’s been one of the highlights of our holidays.
I can show you a few made up images, thanks to pixabay:
What are some of your most disastrous holiday memories and are you brave enough to share your worst photos?