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Originally Posted by Eagle53
Ditto on that.
I have had a bad vacation. Do not go to Acapulco, Mexico. It is such a sh**hole. The city has about 4x more people in it than it should which equates to a 24hr traffic jam to go anywhere. Our car got stopped by the police bc they saw it was a nice car and we had to bribe them to let us go. We ate at "El Zorrito"- the fox..and got the most epic food poisoning of our lives. My sister was the first to get sick and I still have the image (hilarious image) of her holding her hand up to her mouth and then barfing through the gaps between her fingers.
Through the rest of the day we dropped like flies until there were about 6 out of 8 of us sick and all the bathrooms were full. People were hurling over railings, in showers, in and around the toilet. I found a home for the next 5 hours on the floor of the shower in my room where I moaned and sprayed out of both ends for the entire night with the shower running (vivid imagery).
After the night from hell I lost 8 pounds and slept for 17 hours..... Amazing.
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This is a pretty good, er bad one.
Here is my planes, trains, and automobiles story...
I was going to college in Springfield, MO and got a ride with my roomate back home (Detroit) for Christmas vacation. It is about a 12-13 hour drive normally. I was going to get a ride back with him after New Year's but he decided to drop out and not return. So, I bought an Amtrack ticket for $75. This was going to get me from Detroit to Chicago and from Chicago to St. Louis where my other roomate (who stayed in Springfield) was going to pick me up. This was no small feat for those who know St Louis is about a 3 hour drive from Sprinfield, then he was going to be nice enough to turn around and drive me 3 hours back. Good guy.
Anyway, I was scheduled to leave Detroit on 1/3/1999. For anyone in Michigan or Illinois that day, you'll probably remember it. Detroit got 20 inches of snow and Chicago got 22 inches, overnight. My parents had to push through snow banks over the hood of our car to get onto and off the freeway. See the interstate was plowed (still huge amounts of snow on it), but the ramps were not. This was just to get me to the train station. Train showed up and left about 1 hour late. I had a great time on the train to Chicago chit-chatting with this smokin hot nanny. We grabbed a bite to eat in the diner car and relaxed. Her and the family she was with got off in Joliet. I made it to Union Station (i think that's the name) about 1-2 hours later than planned. No big deal as my connector train was running late.
My connector train was delayed again and again for 7-8 hours before they cancelled it. The station made announcements that the track switches were frozen and they couldn't direct train traffic so they were getting us charter buses. At this point I called my roomate who was supposed to pick me up and offered to pay for a hotel room if he would wait in St. Louis for me. He declined the room and said he would stay until 3:00 AM and then had to head back to Springfield. I don't remember what, but he had some obligation. I had two huge bags of luggage, each about the size of a black lawn/leaf garbage bag, jammed to the brink. The train station in Chicago had big lockers and I was able to store them while waiting and eat dinner. Charter buses show up. There was supposed to be 4, each one making a different length trip with the 4th one going all the way (no stops) to St Louis. My bus, the 4th one didn't show up. So, they jammed us onto the 3rd bus cheek to cheek. This also meant frequent stops that turned a 5 hour drive into a 10-11 hour fiasco. I am 6' 6" and I do not fit into bus seats very well. This was a long uncomfortable ride.
Of course I get to St Louis about 2 hours after my roomate had to leave. It's about 5 AM, I'm in St Louis, 3 hours from my destination and I have no ride. With no other apparent option I have to get a cab from the train station to the Greyhound station. I buy a ticket, but the bus doesn't leave until 10:00 AM or so. There are actually 3 buses travelling together for whatever reason. If you've ever been to the Greyhound station in downtown St. Louis, it's not exactly the Ritz. I am forced to sit there for 4-5 hours watching my luggage so it doesn't grow legs and take off. We finally board the bus and get on our way. The bus was only 1/3 full or so and I was hoping to stretch out my legs on the way. No such luck.
We stopped only a few minutes away at the airport and picked up a bunch of Army soldiers. They were cool and we get moving again. Not one hour later we stopped again. This time the driver says there is something wrong with one of the three buses. She said go into the truck stop and grab some snacks when you get back we'll be on our way. So, we all head inside. When we come out the sides of the buses are open and people with dogs are going through our bags. It is the DEA! We are then questioned at length about who we are, where we're going, where we were born, and our carry on bags in the bus are searched one at a time with us present.
2-3 hours later we're allowed to continue on our trip. Fortunately this was the last speed bump along the way. I arrived in Springfield Missouri over 36 hours after I left Detroit. No sleep, little food, stinking, and wearing the same clothes as when I left. I was so suprised to get there. I thought for sure a meteor was going to fall from the sky and finish me off. LOL
P.S. sorry for the long story