Holiday horror stories? Everyone has them and none more than the Stoney Roads team who collectively have enough to call a nightmare. So when the kind folks at Pedestrian.tv and VISA queried me (ubbs) for a recent ‘Replay’ project I had to add my bits and bobs and also reach out to the gang and good friends Yolanda Be Cool to see what troubles they’ve happened upon over the years (hint: some crazy shit went down, pun intended).

After reading some of the stories you’ll surely want to play it safe on your next get away and with the offer of $20K on the line to have a seriously kickass holiday you’d be silly not to have a go at entering!

ubbs
It was a few years ago – back in 2011 – I first hopped off the plane in Amsterdam then headed off to Belgium, Denmark, Switzerland, Paris and London! I didn’t take anywhere near enough money to survive, but was with friends and had a far-off return date back to Australia. Worst part was when I left behind a wad of cash at an exchange, which the attendant denied ever seeing. I also found that my ability to gauge the value of local currencies is WAY off and often I paid double or triple too much (derp). Turns out, baked beans are a universal thing!

Still, it was worth it. Travels squashes those hunger pains and debt heaviness till months after 😉

Voena
Coming home from a 5 month stay-cay on a ski resort in North America. I boarded a flight notoriously well known for its rocky turbulence, about 30 minutes in, the door came undone and we had to make an emergency landing. After a very quick decent that had passengers praying and the flight attendants screaming. We landed. They opened the door checked the locks, closed it and sent us back up. I still hate flying.

Doe Smith
Couldn’t poo in Dubai. There for two days for stop over and didn’t go. Didn’t care though. Got on the plane for Paris and as we started taxiing I felt the poo feels. Couldn’t wait. So I went. Fun fact and long story short; the toilets don’t flush during take off….

BG
I met this girl in thailand in a bar at all hours in the morning and rode my friends motorbikes back to my place. She then fell asleep whilst going 60km’s an hour and fell off. Not only did I have to shell out 16,000 baht for damages to the bike but she de-gloved her ankle. Had to watch Thai day surgery in a shack where they sterilised surgical implements with hot water. It was done by a nurse and she had no anaesthetic. The worst part is she then lived with myself and the group of guys I was with whilst she was recovering, she could barely move. I lost interest pretty much straight away. She was super annoying. Anyway, my friend started hitting on her which encouraged her to stay. It then took her 4 weeks to leave… she only left because I told her we are going to another island with out her.

Badman Barry
I once sharted mid flight, the rest is history

Yolanda Be Cool
After Andy and I did a gig in Sunny Beach, Bulgaria and had a 5 hour drive to Sofia airport straight after. The first horror was our strapped driver (yes, all the security at this club had guns), finished his shift as a security dude, skulled 2 large red bulls then hopped in the car for our 5 hour drive. As tired as we were, we couldn’t sleep for fear that our driver would fall asleep as well on these scary as hell 2 lane highways we were speeding down. We made it to the plane with 5 minutes to spare, exhausted but happy to be alive but then, we had a connecting flight in Barcelona which, after delays, we arrived in Barcelona with only enough time to check ourselves in and not our luggage. Our manager was checking in while i was waiting for our bags and basically I grabbed mine off the belt only to get a call from him saying we wouldn’t have time to check them. In anticipation, I had already ripped the tags off them (making it near impossible to ever find them again). Anyways, grabbed my Cds and needles i needed for my blood clots and put my bag back on the runway (for it to remain in Barcelona for the next 3 months) and raced for the plane with nothing but laptop, cds and needles (must have looked pretty strange to onlookers). Once at our destination, as fate would have it, the only clothes store open was Antony Morato, the label our manager loved and which we always paid him out for wearing – and now here we were being forced to buy clothes from there. all the dudes below had guns……our driver was the guy in purple and that’s us just before leaving for the ride from hell

Take these words above as a warning of what not to do and what to avoid when travelling abroad, essentially miss the whole ‘Kevin & Perry Go Large’ styled holiday. What’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to you while on holiday?