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Ok, it is your time to vent… your luggage has been lost, there’s no hot water in your hotel room and something moved on your plate during lunch. Now your drunken tour bus driver has passed out and you discover the souvenir gifts you just purchased could be bought for one-tenth the price in the next town.

Welcome to T-Boy’s Travel Nightmares. Share your worst with us.

Featured:

Story of Lost Luggage
by Steve Rosenfield
...My wife and I arrived at Heathrow at about 8:00 AM with the intent of going to AA baggage and trying to find any of our luggage. We were escorted to the pen where all of the missing/delayed bags were being stored and, with the assistance of the AA personnel there, searched all of the bags without finding our luggage. When we asked about the one bag that American had told us was found and was to be delivered to our London location, no one could tell us what happened to that bag despite someone from the baggage department having physically seen and touched that bag several days earlier.

Turkish Trots
by Eric Anderson
...He glanced nonchalantly over his left shoulder then abruptly stiffened, turned his petrified ashen face to us and shouted, "My God! He's going to shoot." Margaret and I snapped our gaze to the right. A sentry had jerked a machine gun up to his shoulder and was leaning forward to fire. "My God. Stop!" shouted our guide-in English.

Egg Waffles
by Feaster from NW
...I sat down one lovely warm Georgia morning to another breakfast at the House. I couldn't wait. I remember some small talk with the short order cook, a thirty year old man or so. His demeanor and cooking skills raised no suspicions. However, when the meal arrived, I noted that the scrambled eggs looked a bit undercooked.

Wedding Party in Maine
by Terry Masen, Hoboken, New Jersey
...We took an early morning stroll along water's edge, then opted to luxuriate with late morning naps. Suddenly, we were awakened by the noisy sound of some sort of caravan. Peeking out the window, we saw at least 20 vehicles, led by a limousine, heading down the dirt road. Our nightmare was about to begin –-- the owner had rented the quarry house for a wedding reception.

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