Yes, I'm going to do one, so brace yourselves for the earth shattering awfulness of my trip to Ireland.
The year was 2011. I was in an Irish History course that culminated in a trip around Southern Ireland for 10 days. I never had much interest in traveling there,
but following my trip to Italy the year before, I had an insatiable desire to keep traveling.
So after a plan ride of being crushed against the window, and
dealing with with two people snoring the entire 7 hour flight, we finally arrived. We then discovered that 90% of our trip would be going on a bus for 12+ hours a day, and looking out the window at things. That's all they planed on. That, and getting dropped off to wonder around in modern towns and cities.
This sounded bad enough, but by day 2, I had come down with some horrible illness. I couldn't eat anything without it coming back out (one way or another). So now I'm sick with some kind of stomach virus, and trapped on a bus without a bathroom. Out of 10 days, I was sick for 7 of them. I begged them to send me back home, but my teacher refused, and told me I'd be fine. By the end of the trip, I lost 15 pounds (I'm already really fucking skinny to begin with).
To make matters worse, one of my classmates brought her sister, who happened to be...my ex-girlfriend, who cheated on me with about 80% of the town I live in.
10 days. 10 days of sickness, bus rides, and my psychotic ex, who kept trying to restart a very dead relationship.
