Suitcases and Vacations from Hell

By Rodney Tupweod

This book is about my experience of travelling on a number of vacations, the hardship I endured, the run down under repair hotels I stayed in, my experience with my bank account, how I miscalculated and left myself broke and homeless, so much was stolen from me, including computers, cameras, and the contents of my suitcase, and indeed the suitcase itself at a later date, I was stranded for months and in the end required the help of a charitable organisation to assist me and pay my fare home, which months later I eventually repaid

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312708211

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Suitcases and Vacations from Hell

Suitcases and Vacations From Hell

Rodney Tubweod

Introduction

This Book is about, the Vacations I’ve been on, but in Particular the nightmares, I experienced. With not just one suitcases, but two which believing they had wheels and should make my life easier, turned out to be living hell for me I hope you enjoy my tales of woe. This was originally about one suitcase, and the trauma it put me through, but since then I returned to San Francisco, with the new suitcase, and my experience with it, and the subsequent, horror of a trip I encountered prompted me to rewrite this chapter in my life. I had so much stolen on me. Issues with my bank account, missed my flight home, stayed in the worse hotels possible and finally became homeless, broke and stranded in San Francisco.

Suitcases and Vacations From Hell

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© Rodney Tupweod

ISBN      978-1-312-70821-1

Contents

Suitcases and Vacations From Hell

Introduction

Suitcases and Vacations From Hell

Contents

My First Holiday

A beach row

Third Vacation

New York

The Suitcase from Hell.

I contacted a friend of mine and told him that I wished him to do a favour for me.

The Nightmare begins

And then

A couple allowed me the use of their couch for that night, I was able to have a shower and a decent wash

A number of years later,

Over that weekend I bought a phone, and rang my Aunt again and gave her my number

What a kick in the head

Becoming a member of the homeless

I went to social welfare office

I arrived as normal but the brothers never turned up

The day the suitcase was stolen

My mother deposited €100.00 for my birthday.

FOOTNOTE

An experience I hope I never repeat

I now of course will have to yet again buy another suitcases, if I am to travel again

My First Holiday

When I was around seventeen I took my first vacation with my Brother, We’d heard of a special deal on flights, for students, although we were both working at the time. We decided to travel to the Isle of Man. Going anywhere else never crossed our mind at the time. We both had to buy new suitcases, these were just normal ones, no wheels, but they well-made and were sturdy. The big mistake we made was the timing of our vacation. The Isle of Man hosts a Major Motor Bike Meet, T.T races for a week.          Unfortunately, we choose this week to travel, we never owned a motorbike, and knew very little about them. When we arrived at our Lodgings the Landlady had presumed we were a married couple and assigned a room with just one double bed, so we had to share the bed. We were awoken every morning with the sound of dozens, if not hundreds of motorbikes screaming by our window. The Island was over-run by bikers, men, the ratio of men to women was well over 100/1.There weren’t many places to visit, without a gathering of bikers present. However we did manage to visit some of the Islands Landmarks, in particular, the Laxey Wheel, War Museum, and took a trip around the Island on the famous steam train. We were only there for a week, and were just a little disappointed we couldn’t get to see more.

The next trip I went on was with a workmate, who at the time was also a friend, Paddy and I had originally planned to go back to the Isle of Man However when he went in to book the vacation, he was informed on a special deal that two weeks for a trip to Spain, so he decided to go for that instead When He informed me later that day, I was a bit apprehensive, about travelling so far away from home, and if would we be able to tolerate the heat?

Paddy had never flown before, I had, but on a twin prop plane, and we’d got sick on it. This time we were travelling on a Jet plane, and I didn’t know how I’d react. However it turned out I was actually fine, but Paddy’s head was in the puke bag for all of the Flight. We brought food with us, steaks, bacon, sausages, tea, etc, I cooked most of the evening meals, for the week At the end of the week we were coming close to the end of our supplies, so Paddy decided to make a huge meal, with what we’d left, went the full distance, Wine candles, desert, and invited a couple of women. We even took photos of the spread. However we’d all been drinking heavily the evening before, and with the heat, and the sunburn we were suffering from, none of us had the stomach to even sit down at the table, never mind eat anything, and the whole lot was wasted, except the wine. Paddy and I had for the first week, ventured around the neighbourhood, did a lot of sightseeing, and checked out nearly all the watering holes (Bars), but towards the end of the evening we nearly always headed back to the closest one too us, it was an Irish Bar, and stayed open longer than most. This particular evening, we arrived as usual, and there were two women sitting at the Bar, so we sat beside them. At the end of the night I’d end up with one and begin a relationship that would last for over a year

A few memorial incidents out of the ordinary, among other things that I remember about this vacation were. Four of us guys rented out motorbikes for a few hours, all we needed was a passport to do so. I’d never ridden a motorbike before, but Paddy in-fact owned one. I got the hang of using mine pretty quickly, and indeed had the fastest one of the four, however Paddy actually had the slowest. We headed out on a trip, many miles away, to the old town, and after a number of hours, we’d to head back, I skidded once and grazed my leg. Paddy’s bike broke down nearly three miles out, and we were in the middle of nowhere, no way of contacting anyone. We’d to tie our T-shirts together, and tow his bike, we were late when we got back, but after I’d explained what had happened, we were given a couple of more hours to use them. There was another night, when Paddy and I went out and he got fairly drunk, on the way home he got this notion in his head, to climb to the top of a street light, and shinned his way up along it, made it to the top and sat on the bend of it. He mightn’t have been noticed except he was right outside a police station, a number of police officers came to him and ordered him down, they were going to arrest him, but I managed to avoid that.

A beach row

Paddy could get very hot head sometimes, and we had the odd argument, (he would in-fact get worse later in life) I don’t recall what this argument was about but we were on the beach shouting at each other, (About two months previous to this I’d celebrated my 21st Birthday and I’d been given two neck chains by two different people and was wearing both this day), in the heat of the row Paddy grabbed both chains from my neck, and pulled them from me, simultaneously throwing them into the sand blindly, the sand was so fine they sunk in to it