Your first holiday without your parents is a rite of passage. It’s a sign you’re definitely a grown-up who can do proper grown-up things and take care of themselves. Or at least it’s supposed to be. Sometimes, all that excitement and sudden freedom goes to your head and things can go a bit awry.
In partnership with Appletiser, the 100% fruit juice drink, we asked the Stylist team to tell us the tales of their first holidays on their own. It’s a wonder any of them ever went on holiday again.
A sting in the tale
“When I was 17 I went to Ibiza with the girls. One night, being all stupid, I stripped off and jumped in the pool. Getting out, I tripped, fell naked into a thorn bush, got scratches all down one side of my body and broke a toe! The next day, covered in scratches, we went to a yacht party. I jumped into the water to retrieve a bottle that was thrown over the side… and got stung by a jellyfish. On the bright side, the pain from that was so bad that it made me forget about everything else.”
Sick as a dog
“For my first all-girls holiday, we went on a cruise. I, being me and up for a laugh, volunteered to take part in one of the challenges aboard the boat. It was a competition against another girl to see who could fit the most hot dogs in their mouth. Yeah, I know. It was absolutely gross! I won, but ended up throwing up off the back of the boat the rest of the afternoon. I haven’t had a hot dog since.”
“When I was 17 I went to Newquay with my best friends. We were so excited about being away from the parents and having 'freedom’. One night, we were at a very cheesy club. Around 2am, I started feeling sick – it was from a dodgy kebab, honest – but I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun. Instead of taking myself home, I decided to just throw up casually in my hand, on the dance floor, then flick it to the side and continue dancing. I think I pulled that night, too! Lucky guy.”
Less is not always more
“My mates and I decided to go on a beach holiday before we went our separate ways to uni. Keen to explore, my friend planned a surprise day out for us to a secret beach that she had read about. Wanting to get off the beaten track and escape the other tourists, we were all really excited to find somewhere not in any of the travel guides. We had to walk down this rocky coastal path to get to this beautiful secluded beach. I quickly realised there was a reason it was so tucked away – what our friend didn’t know was that it was a hotspot for nudists! Surrounded by naked holidaymakers’ flesh isn’t the best time to lose your footing in the sand, let me tell you that!”
A bit of a boob
“I went away for some sun with some of my school friends. We can be a bit inappropriate when we’re together. I ran up to one of them while she was sunbathing by the pool, grabbed her boobs and shouted, ‘BEEP!’ But it wasn’t my friend… it was a total stranger. My friends were all on the other side of the pool laughing their heads off. I leapt in the pool out of embarrassment.”
The blag of all blags
“My girlfriend and I were in Marseille and came across a music festival going on in the harbour. We loved loads of the bands that were playing, so my girlfriend talked our way in by pretending she represented some of the acts and was visiting from the UK. They wanted to get confirmation from the UK office, so we had the ticket person call our friend who then acted like her boss and confirmed everything. We got in with VIP weekend passes and a wad of free drinks tokens.”
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