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Ok lets look on the plus sides for these destinations. They get a bundle of money in every tourist season through teenagers wasting away their money on booze and nightclubs. Its the highest earning trade for many of these destinations, but who is actually getting this money? The British. British bar men and the like go over to such honeypots and set up bars, restaurantes and nightclubs for the British "holiday makers" to come over. Most of the people who once lived in these villages have either been driven out because of falling profits from traditional industries like fishing and craft works, of have been forced to change their industry to suit us. What would you do if one of our (too few) little fishing villages was turned into a thriving mini city with drunks rampaging the streets every night? Would it make you angry, its not theirs for the taking, why should they change OUR town? Well i bet thats what some of the Mediterranean people think about us.
I may be just talking a load of nonsense here, but these are my feelings. I hate the stereotypical English football yob you see at Airports. You know the one, he usually wears an England shirt, shorts, black sunglasses, a cap, and trainers with no socks. You seen him? He is usually with about 5-7 other mates, dressed in a similar fashion. All laughing and joking and it all seems ok. You get on the plane, they are a bit roudy, but still tolerable. As you get closer to the sunny destination, with a few alcoholic drinks in their bellies, they get louder. You touch down, a loud cheer goes up from the back of the plane, chants of "We're gonna get mashed, we're gonna get mashed" and "Going home with ten birds, going home with ten birds, nah nah nah" start as the party really gets going. Finally got rid of them. Its evening now, you fancy something to eat, strolling down to town you meet the same bunch of lads, still dressed the same, but a little more intoxicated. Shouting at random women in the street, hurling bottles and generally causing trouble. You get to the main strip, and thats when it hits you - there are now at least a thousand similar men and women, sometimes hard to tell the difference. This is my idea of holiday hell.
Why not save your money and just go down the local pub every night for two weeks? Its the same bloody thing as your going to do on holiday! I think holidays are for relaxing, seeing new places, being educated and yes having a laugh but also having respect for other countries cultures and traditions. Its somewhat embarassing seeing a fellow Brit ont he beach causing trouble, sometimes you just want to be German...
Odin
I still feel like that now a bit.
Its because I grew up in a smallish community where between me, my sister or my mum we knew everyone.
There was always the fear of repercussion.
Now I live in a city Im not like that, apart from the power of being totally independant from my parents Im more confident than ever.
"It didn't look this uncomfortable on tv?"
"I hope these condoms are worth the quid?"
People get it out of their system whilst young, or snap and buy a motorcycle when they're 50.
No biggie.
If you need to go abroad to change the way you act, there's something seriously wrong.
But then, I can't talk... literally. I [usually] much prefer to talk to people [and find it easier to get words out of my head] when I'm typing, instead of talking. Maybe it's fear, or maybe it's just the way I am. Not sure.
To Ibiza, Ayia Napa, Mallorca and Majorca.....
Teens in "drunken-sex shocker".
You bunch of old women.
> "drunk eighteen year old tarts with less clothes on than in an Olympic swimming gala"
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Surely this should have been under the 'plus sides' bit.
:)