Your funniest travel experience?

Reply

Mar 17th, 2001, 05:09 AM
  #41
JimRose
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
After finding the proverbial "Mom & Pop" little place to eat and have a few beers, it was time to give up the rented liquids and I asked where the bathroom was. I walked in and "mom" was enjoying a bath. Figuring we had about the same amount invested in this experience at that point, we greeted each other with with the proper "looks of acknowledgement" and continued about our respective activities unflustered.
 
Reply With Quote
Mar 17th, 2001, 09:23 AM
  #42
nancy
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
I have got to top this, so it does not disappear.
I have tears in my eyes from laughing so much.
And I think connie's story, while a bit on the dark side, really is quite humorous, as long as one was not the corpse.!
My sister was lucky enough to go to europe as a college student, and spent 3 months traveling.
While in rome, she went to use the public toilets, there were 3 older italian woen in there talking, maybe one was an attendant(?)
well, my sister did her business, flushed, and walked out.
immediately, one of the women grabbed her arm, and all 3 began to talk to her (she spoke NO italian)
Then the woman who had her by the arm, pushed her back into another toilet stall and shut the door.
my sister did not have a clue what she had done wrong, or what she was expected to do.!
so, she waited a minute, flushed, walked out, and this time the women let her wash her hands and leave.
It is still a mystery.
 
Reply With Quote
Mar 17th, 2001, 10:52 AM
  #43
Judith
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Rome:
I guess the time my husband and I went to St. Peters to get roseries blessed by the priest for family memebers. Not being Catholic ourselves, we were shy about the proper way to go about this. When we got to the church, my husband couldn't assist me because he was in shorts and had to wait outside. I was directed into an area where there are security gaurds and people waiting to go to confession with a priest. I was pretty nervous because it is a much more formal process than what I'm use to and I didn't know if they would do this for someone who was not Catholic. Anyway, the security guard directed be to a confessional with a sign stating "English" and said to wait for a green light. I walked up there and realized he meant that I should go inside the confessional. I must have looked stumped because the security guard (in broken English) introduced me to a priest who proceeded to open up my little shopping bag and blessed them right there at the security table. I was excited and thrilled at my accomplishment and ran out side to my husband as if I had really done something difficult. After listening to me about my experience, he says: "You have lipstick on your teeth"
 
Reply With Quote
Mar 17th, 2001, 11:30 AM
  #44
Jessy
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Last summer, while in Italy, in a town where very few people spoke English, studying art with a college from Mass, I met a nice Italian guy. Granted, we could only communicate through handgestures, and by pointing to various words in a dictionary I had borrowed from a friend, but we spent a lot of time together. I am an Altoids fiend, and had brought some with me to Italy. I had given him one, which he immediately spat out. One day he decided to introduce me to his circle of friends. As always, I pulled out my altoids. I offered him one, he refused, but then took the tin and proceeded to offer them to the 15 Italians surrounding me, who took 2 or 3 each. They all put the Altoids in their mouths at the same time, made the most terrible faces, and soon I was surrounded by a circle of Italians spitting Altoids onto the dusty groud. It was terrificly funny. Who needs mace when Altoids are much cheaper?
 
Reply With Quote
Mar 18th, 2001, 07:51 AM
  #45
richard
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Years ago, I was traveling in France w/my first "older woman." We were in the town of Sete-sur-la-mer, staying in a small hotel. She wanted breakfast, and in my broken highschool french, I ordered ham & eggs, croissants, one black coffee, and one coffe w/milk. The room service operator said, "vingt minutes. Twenty minutes later, there he stood, at the door, w/ham & eggs, croissants, one black coffee, and one coffe w/milk. I felt great.
Then, she needed to call London. I called the operator, and in broken highschool french, gave the number. She said, "vingt minutes." Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and there he stood, w/ham & eggs, croissants, one black coffee, and one coffe w/milk. I tried to call London, and got breakfast AGAIN.
 
Reply With Quote
Nov 30th, 2001, 08:37 PM
  #46
carin
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
topping for the Cannes can story!
 
Reply With Quote
Nov 30th, 2001, 08:56 PM
  #47
Leslie
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Honest, this just happened yesterday. While returning home from work on the commuter bus, I was telling a few passengers about my trip to Prague last week. As part of the conversation, I say that President Havel of the Czech Republic was a very popular stage and movie actor before he was a politician. One of the passengers on the bus says "The Czechs voted for an actor, how ridiculous." Another passenger says, "Ronald Reagan was a very bad actor before he became President of the US." The first passenger turned beet red, and said "I suppose I had a temporary case of Alzheimer's Disease too." We all laughed the rest of the way to the commuter lot.
 
Reply With Quote
Dec 1st, 2001, 06:10 AM
  #48
JOdy
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
On our last trip to France we needed to drop our car off and catch the Eurostar to London at the Lille- Europe station. The road signs kept disappearing and we just could not find the place. After driving around for about an hour , we stopped and asked 2 motorcycle policemen to direct us. Our French is minimal as was their English so instead they got in front of the car, lights flashing and led us in our own private motorcade to the station, through red lights and all!!
 
Reply With Quote
Jun 4th, 2002, 12:48 PM
  #49
celia
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
We stayed at a small hotel in Sienna. I speak Italian, but my friend doesn't. When the cleck asked him for "numero di camera" (room number),my friend promptly showed him his new camera and procceded in telling him all the functions of his new Camera.The puzzled face of the clerk was priceless...
 
Reply With Quote
Jun 4th, 2002, 01:03 PM
  #50
anon
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
The last evening of a solo trip to Saint Martin (my first trip alone as a 21 year old girl) I drove a rental car to a restaurant on the water. I ran into some aquaintances and went out for cocktails with them and then left my car in the parking lot and crashed at there cottage instead of driving home.
When I returned to the lot it was market day in the parking lot. Everyinch of the lot was filled with locals selling conch and fish and fruits and vegetables. The car was covered with items and when I walked over to my car everyone (!) was yelling at me in French, Dutch, English and patios. There was a cop and he demanded 100 dollars but i didn't have it. I cried as I gave him the very last of my money and everyone had to disrupt their setup and I manuvered the car from the lot. It was so embarrassing and I felt like such a jerk but I laugh when I picture the fish and conch all over the rental car.
 
Reply With Quote
Jun 4th, 2002, 01:11 PM
  #51
Diane
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Not Europe, but... my boyfriend and I were in Costa Rica -- I speak a decent amount of Spanish, he speaks none. We got a few bottles of water from the front desk of our hotel -- later, my boyfriend was surprised to see that we were billed for them. "I thought they said they were free!" he said ... I said, "No... they said the water was FRIA... cold!"
 
Reply With Quote
Jun 4th, 2002, 01:33 PM
  #52
Barb
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
I love this thread! It may be old, but so am I!

We were skiing in Kitzbuhel, Austria, in 1978. I am very fair-skinned,and blue-eyed, so I probably looked like lots of natives on the slopes. I fell on a steepish section, and as I was lying there trying to gather my wits, a women stopped next to me and called out to her companion in a very noticible AUSTRALIAN accent--"Oh dear, this woman is hurt, but I don't speak a word of German! At that, I pulled myself up, looked at her, and answered in my southern USA accent--"Don't worry; neither do I".
 
Reply With Quote
Oct 5th, 2002, 06:48 AM
  #53
topper
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
topper
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 1st, 2003, 02:40 PM
  #54
topper
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
topping
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 2nd, 2003, 05:37 PM
  #55
dkw
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
In Epernay, my husband parked our rental car where the Hotel desk clerk had told him to (or so we thought). We went to our car to leave the next morning and there was a full fledged vegetable market in the parking lot where our car used to be!! We were concerned to say the least. How do you say "Where is the impound lot?" in French. My husband (always the one with the cool head) was just wandering around and found our car about 3 blocks away. Evidently, the market people had picked up our rental car with a hi-lo and moved it. No damage to the car at all. I bought picnic provisions from the market (yummy!!) and we were on our way!
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 4th, 2003, 03:59 PM
  #56
topper
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
topping
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 5th, 2003, 03:30 AM
  #57
tripman
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
Hi! Cool topic! Last times I was in the states, I beleive this happened in Los Angeles, the waitress asked us where were from and I said that we were here on holiday visiting from Sweden. Wow, she said, where in the States is that? When I explained that to her that Sweden is located in Europe, she looked at us and said: that´s amazing!
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 5th, 2003, 09:32 AM
  #58
sharon
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
walking in Venice with my husband, a nice sunny day strolling along a canal when all of a sudden we were bombarded by food debris from above. As we looked up a man near by called up NoNo Nanna! and an eldery woman looked down at us and giggled. She was apparently aiming for the canal. I was a mess, but it was funny.
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 5th, 2003, 10:06 AM
  #59
John Smith
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
When we were in CDG airport in Paris, a man tried to set his luggage on the moving escalator, and it tumbled loudly to the bottom, much to his consternation. (Also, my daughter was greatly amused by the rotating advertisements)
 
Reply With Quote
Jan 5th, 2003, 10:16 AM
  #60
a
Guest
 
Posts: n/a
We were at the Radisson Beka hotel in Budapest (a 5 star hotel that we got a special deal at). The hotel boasts a very nice restaurant, with music each night at dinner. The first two nights the music was traditional Hungarian folk songs, played by a band consisting of piano, accordian, bass fiddle, and violin.

However, on the third night, the restaurant was filled with hard drinking American yahoos (We are American ourselves). They insisted on quizzing the waiter about the beer - "How much does it cost? How much is that in American?" Apparently, $1.50 a bottle for Hungarian beer was exorbitant to them, so they continued gulping down wine, far too much wine.

Instead of the fine Hungarian folk music we had heard the previous two nights, which was a soothing counterpoint to a fine meal, this evening the band decided to cater to the Americans. They played such fine classical compositions as "New York, New York", "Memory", "Sunrise, Sunset", "If I were a rich man"... When they all started to clap hands in time to a rousing Western square dance number, and to chant, my daughter, who was drinking cappuccino at the time, laughed so hard that the drink shot out her nose!

 
Reply With Quote
 


Thread Tools
Search this Thread
Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are Off
Pingbacks are Off
Refbacks are On


FODOR'S VIDEO

All times are GMT -8. The time now is 09:03 PM.