25 of Your Most Alarming Travel Nightmare Stories

On our recent Queer Travel Survey I asked if you had any funny travel nightmare stories and I learned a lot about everybody and bedbugs! Also: food poisoning, brutal transportation delays and mix-ups, not being able to find your AirBnB, bedbugs and a surprising number of you thinking it’s a good idea to save money on lodging by “staying up all night” in foreign cities where you don’t know the language and have all your luggage with you!!!

I probably have 100 travel nightmare stories myself, I enjoyed all of yours, and here are some of them — note that they have been edited for clarity and length!


1.

it is a long story but / once I had to walk from latvia to estonia


2.

I was set on fire in Amsterdam on accident by a girl who was very high. Kids! Don’t mix drugs & play with lighters — especially near other high people with big curly hair. I ended up shaving it all off and looking equally sexy shorn as I did when I had hair like a lion.

KIDS / don't mix drugs and lighters


3.

So, I went overseas for a month to see my partner, who it turned out had left me for their stepsibling. That was a month-long nightmare. Don’t do that.


4.

When I was 12 I got my first period on a cruise ship with my extended family (a group of 15). It was the morning of one of the two “land days” we had on the trip so we were in a bit of a rush to get off the boat and make the most of our time in Fiji. The plan was to go snorkeling, and I really wanted to go, so I had to learn how to use a tampon pronto, but the ones my mum gave me were very hard to figure out, especially in my room’s tiny toilet cubicle with no help from the internet. I also had (then undiagnosed) PCOS so I’d be intermittently overcome with bouts of pain. I thought I got it in okay so we headed to the bus but I soon realised (very, very painfully) that the cardboard applicator was in my vag along with the tampon. By the time we got to the snorkeling place I was crying from the pain and the fear I wouldn’t be able to go snorkelling.

I dashed into the toilets with my Mum and explained the issue, and she bought some pads from a nearby store and brought them to me — but couldn’t avoid some of my family members realising what was up. When I got back to the bus where the large group of cruise shippers were gathered, my well-meaning grandpa came up to me, still sniffling, gave me a big hug and said very loudly in front of the entire group “Don’t worry love, I have to wear nappies too.”


5.

One time a hotel restaurant in the suburbs wouldn't let me eat breakfast alone because they were convinced I was a 12 year old boy. I was there on business.


6.

For our honeymoon, my wife and I went to Maui. Our first day there, jetlagged as hell, we watched a man have a stroke and die on the resort beach after his family had pressured him into going snorkeling. It… set a tone.


7.

I was 14 and really in love with the only cis boyfriend I’d ever have. We were going on a trip to Poland together — we were in a socialist youth group and went to visit Auschwitz and Cracow and do historical tours around Jewish life in Poland during and after Nazism. But then he got scared and we broke up a few weeks before the trip. It was awkward, and I tried to avoid him, but he wanted to pretend everything was fine. He even booked a room with me! I was shocked and told him no, staying with another group member instead. Throughout the trip he kept wanting to talk. I tried to avoid him.

Things finally escalated in an actual escalator (lol) where I shouted at him for kissing me after breaking up b/c he didn’t want my parents to know. Everyone in the escalator obviously became the poor innocent audience to this awkward fight. He wrote “vengeance is not justice” on a piece of paper and gave it to me. I spent the rest of the week avoiding him and meeting awesome new socialist friends and comrades in Poland that I’m still friends with today.


8.

I was staying at a hostel in Reykjavik, Iceland, that was known for its party vibe, which I somehow hadn’t realized when I booked it. After a long day of travel I woke up late on a Saturday night to the sounds of three different pairs of people in my six-person room all having sex. I sought refuge in the lounge — but two people were hooking up there, too. So I went to the bathroom for a shower, where, of course, I found even MORE people hooking up!

I ended up walking around outside by the waterfront at 3AM in my pajamas and flip-flops without a coat.


9.

The last time I travelled was for an academic conference which was held in Florida. I had to share a bed with a girl I didn’t know very well. She screamed in the middle of the night for no reason, there were elephants (I assume) on the floor above ours running back and forth across their room all night long, and our hotel was so moldy we could hardly breathe, which I’m pretty sure caused the sinus infection that I still have. Also, it was during Hurricane Michael and we were in the storm surge zone. The things I will do for a line on my CV.


10.

My wife and I are jinxed to have people invade our room. In Paris someone was given a key to our room at like 2 AM — we went down to the concierge to get him a new one, but he was too stoned to care, so we went back to our room. We woke up about an hour later to a guy standing at the foot of the bed in his underwear. He told us he’d come through our window (a three-story climb) and he seemed to be tripping balls. Again, the concierge didn’t care. Later our friend asked us, “how long do you think he was standing there before you woke up?” Very glad that hadn’t occurred to us until we were home!

Oh me? Just waiting for my friends to wake up.


11.

I was in a motorbike accident on an island in Thailand and ended up having to get surgery on my ankle in a local first aid tent. The wound was infected and the doctor said it was gangrene! It eventually got better after a hospital stay. But then I was attacked by a monkey who thought the covering for the injury was food?


12.

I once stayed in a very old and remote traditional Japanese guest house near Mt. Fuji and decided to start watching American Horror Story the first night I was there. I spent the next two nights feeling like I was about to be murdered anytime.


13.

I went into the Peruvian Amazon for five days on a camping tour. Usually at the start of an organized camping tour, they go over things like how to go to the bathroom, packing toilet paper, whatever else you need to know. This was not a very well-organized tour so none of that happened. We didn’t see land for three days and I just didn’t understand how they were going to the bathroom! Did they hang on the side of the canoes? Immerse themselves in the water? Everything seemed messy and like I was not coordinated enough to pull it off. Well, I ended up in a real emergency after about 24 hours. With both men about 50 feet away I hung off a platform they had put my tent on that was maybe 10 yards in the air and did what I had to. You could hear it drop into the water and I was terrified I would slip and fall the 10 yards into the river into my own shit.


14.

My college boyfriend refused to break up with me before I left for Australia for six months. He bought tickets to meet me, broke up with me while I was gone to try and date someone else, then came to visit me and acted like we were together again since he was there. Then, we spent one month sleeping in the back of a station wagon driving around the country, while he tried to coerce me into liking him again!


15.

I found out my ex was cheating on me literally as we were sitting on the plane ready to take off for a 10-day vacation. ...it wasn't the best trip of my life.


16.

When I went to NY with my best friend for her birthday, we got so fucked up that, as we were walking from our hotel to our next destination to drink more, she was walking backwards, tripped over a little gate around a tree, fell on her face, and broke her front two teeth. Had to go to the ER and was there for hours before heading to the dentist first thing in the morning. We had to get her false teeth for the weekend. STILL the best weekend of our lives.


17.

When I studied abroad in Morocco after my first year of college, I was walking home carrying my bag over my shoulder after a weekend trip to the desert with my friends, despite the fact that our host parents had told us walking wasn’t a good idea. I justified it because I walk all the time and it was only 20 minutes away. As I’m walking, a boy on a bike rode by and grabbed the purse I had on my shoulder away from me. I tried to give chase, but he was much faster and I was very tired, so I gave up and sat in the middle of the road on top of my suitcase, crying hysterically. That bag had everything I needed in it, including the passport I’d need to leave the country in a few days.

Less than a minute later, a group of businessmen driving by asked what was wrong. I was able to communicate to them in French what had happened. They told me they’d take care of it. I stayed sitting on my suitcase, expecting to never see them again. Less than five minutes later, the car drove back and one of the men handed me my purse! This made me cry even more. They offered me tissues and snacks and a ride home. Even though I knew getting into a car with a bunch of men I didn’t know wasn’t the best idea, I accepted, too exhausted to keep walking — and they took me home. I think they were glad to see me go because my crying was making them very uncomfortable! So that’s the story of how I (almost) got pick pocketed in Morocco.


18.

My wallet was stolen in the Notre Dame in February. I think it happened because I’m Jewish, and the Christian god was smiting me for not leaving any alms in the church.


19.

I hitchhike ten hours across Lesotho every time I want to see my girlfriend or vice versa, and LORD if that hasn't tested whether this is love


20.

I fell down the stairs in Blarney Castle and almost started a domino effect, but managed to stop myself after a few steps and did not kill my entire tour group. I was, however, very muddy and very sore. (For those who haven’t been, the staircase is a tight spiral and the steps are unforgiving and steep, and often slick with, well, mud.) But I kissed that dang stone!

DON'T WORRY, I MADE IT


21.

I was choked by a ghost while sleeping at a hotel in San Francisco. True story.


22.

When I went to Morocco, I was super super careful about the water situation the whole time — until 5am on our last day when I was so sleepy that I ran my toothbrush under the tap without thinking. We returned to Spain later that day, and I felt a little funny. The next morning, after walking 30 minutes to school, I SUDDENLY. FELT. THE. FEELING. I told my professor I had to leave. She said, “yeah, you look sick,” but in Spanish, you say “yeah you have a bad face,” so like, thanks. I started for home… but there was A BUS STRIKE and A STUDENT STRIKE! (I love and respect the striking tradition but omg, bad timing.) So I WALKED home — by which I mean “waddled” as I was trying to hold all the liquids inside me ’cause I ALSO STARTED MY PERIOD THAT MORNING. I got to my host family’s house and locked myself in the bathroom — they were an adorable elderly couple concerned for my well-being and I was a fountain of unspeakable substances destroying their guest bathroom. The bathroom, by the way, was floor-to-ceiling marble and glass, aka the most ECHO-Y BATHROOM KNOWN TO MAN. It was also sandwiched between their bedroom and my host dad’s office. I spent four days locked in that room, and poor Paco heard every bit of it from his lovely leather and wood study.

Victoria kept trying to feed me DEEP-FRIED GARLIC FISH because it is good for you. She also kept trying to sterilize the bathroom in between incidents, and I’d have to go ask her to leave so I could have more loud periody diarrhea. Anyway, Paco finally convinced her to stop with the garlic fish and give me some crackers, and I slowly regained control over my bowels. Paco was not able to look me in the eyes for several weeks.


23.

One time I stayed in a caravan with a traveling circus in rural queensland and my laptop got infested with ants.


24.

My then-partner I were on the Colombian island San Andres. We stayed at a lovely place and the owners allowed us to borrow bikes. The island is bikeable so this is great, things are going great, we’re touring the whole island, we’re getting through some intense wind and eventually rain, we lock our bikes up nearby a beach to hop in the water when the torrential downpour starts up again. We go to get out of there when my partner realizes she can’t find the key. We scour the beach, people try to help, but to no avail. We finally call the owner who sends her son and friends to clip the locks. I’m wet and miserable, evening plans were ruined, so we bike back silently and angrily. We get back to the place we’re staying, change and dry off, when I hear a metal clang from my partner. She had tucked the key in her bathing suit top and, despite checking this spot, had not found it on her person.

found it

At this point the situation was laughable and she doesn’t know this but I still have the key in my possession.


25.

Scenery: the middle of nowhere, Iceland. One of those “I can see it happen but there’s nothing I can do to stop it” situations — the car door closed and locked from the inside. No jacket, no money, no more battery. It was foggy and freezing and I had no idea what to do or how to break into this car. Then, OUT OF NOWHERE, a lesbian Canadian couple shows up. They give me a ride to the next gas station and offer me homemade vegan guacamole sandwiches.

After I’m all set, they proceed off into the unknown. Thinking back I believe they came from rainbow-glitter-fairy-wonderland to save my ass. In conclusion, maybe we are rare to find around the globe, but when you really need us, we are there.

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29 Comments

  1. The images accompanying each story are *Mary Berry voice* sheer perfection. Well-worth the hours of trawling through stock photos sites it must have taken to find them all.

    • it is as if i told the commenting genie what i wanted somebody to say in the comments on this piece and TA DA this has come out and here it is and thank you so dearly for it

  2. I’ll just leave this here.

    Once I took a 24 hour sleeper bus from Vietnam to Laos and all the stops along the way were either to squat along the highway or into highway side convenience stores or restaurants that had the bathrooms that were just a drain in the floor.

    My stomach was in knots to the point I was scared of walking.

    When we finally made it to the Vietnam/Laos border and we had to go get VISAs I assumed there would be a washroom so I went off in search of one that wasn’t just a drain in the ground. I found one–that had probably not been used in a decade and was filthy and overgrown with weeds. I did what I had to do but then realized there was no toilet paper–so used my underwear which aptly had “Hot Bottoms” written across the waistband and put them in a garbage there. The toilet didn’t flush.

    When I was heading back to fill out my visa application, I saw a girl waddling around who asked if there was a bathroom and I told her I hadn’t seen one.

  3. Oh god, so last summer on my way to work at a queer youth camp, I’m traveling from Baltimore, MD to Burlington, VT via Greyhound Bus. I left Baltimore at 10:30 pm on Thursday, and arrived at 10:30 pm on Friday night.
    I was supposed to arrive at 1:30 pm on Friday but there were bus strikes going on. I was awake the entire time because they wouldn’t let me sleep at the bus terminals I was stuck at, and Greyhound couldn’t even get me to Burlington, a friend had to drive an hour and a half to pick me up from a gas station.
    So by the time I got to camp I was so sick from being awake, very stressed, and dehydrated. But I got all my money back, so. Never taking the bus again.

    • I’ve seen a scraggly teenage boy put on deodorant (not subtly) while IN LINE to board the Greyhound and I support your No More Bus decision.

  4. So everything about these were amazing, and horrifying and I’m so glad everything worked out, but I noticed the title said there were 27 travel stories but only 25 actually got told. Did the adorably wacky stock photo cats steal the other two?

  5. I love survey answer posts! I never get tired of hearing everybody’s adventures (I absolutely lost it at #22—I’m so sorry 😂). Plus I always like reading these and trying to remember what I submitted. I still can’t believe I managed to only knock over one person in that Blarney staircase.

  6. Sometimes I feel like I’m a boring person for not wanting to travel but these stories make me feel better about that. Thank you for your sacrifice.

  7. #4 is really weird. Why would you give a 12 year old a tampon the first time they get their period!?

    • Doesn’t seem weird to me! The same thing actually happened to me, lol, the first time I tried to use a tampon (second time I got my period) because I was at a swim meet. It was terrible!

  8. I love all of your travel stories and I am sorry these things happened to you but all my heart is with the majestic Australian Shepherd in #1 right now and I want to pet that dog so badly <3

  9. We need to know more about the couple hitchhike-shuttling across Lesotho !

    Also – riding the trans-siberian (in winter, for work) for four days, a bunch of drunken Russian men tried to play “scare the foreigner” and I was losing until one touched my boob and I slapped him in the face; which somehow earned me half a whole dried fish, respect and space for the rest of the journey.
    Please don’t tell my mom, she worries.

    • I also had a drunken creep annoy me on the train, but a very kind Russian couple in our compartment saw my discomfort and told him to f*** off. I’m forever thankful.

  10. While I was in Berlin for New Years Eve I got hit in the leg with a rogue firework that was fired off on the side streets. Apparently it’s conpletely legal to set off the big ones on the street there. Luckily, I made it out fine without any injuries.

    • Berlin is becoming more and more of a war zone every year.
      A lot of Berliners have taken to fleeing town or enjoy small, private celebrations.
      People actively aim fireworks at passersby and cars.
      Paramedics and firefighters got intentionally hurt this year,too.
      It’s becoming more and more like “The Purge”, only with explosives.

  11. Haaa the tab for this survey is still open on my phone, but it’s not like I have any travel nightmare stories only a general wtf is wrong with some tourists just cause you can buy alcohol 24/7 doesn’t mean you have to drink all the alcohol.
    It’s not going to be seized by prohibition agents I promise, slow down before you fall down.

    #13 & #14 are nightmares.

  12. I was gonna comment on the stories and all but the images on this posts are so delightful and brought me so much joy that I forgot what I was gonna say

  13. 15 reminds me of the last time I flew to visit my brother and the (straight) couple behind me clearly broke up as they were waiting to board the plane and proceeded to insult each other and loudly cry for the entire flight, culminating in them landing and the guy asking the airport staff who was assisting me how he could buy a flight immediately back home.

    I saw them on my flight home and they were back together. Even though their argument had involved her being in love with someone else and him saying she had ruined his life.

    It was so dramatic.

  14. I’ve been to Europe (France at 14, Austria/Czech Republic for our honeymoon in 2017) and weirdly those are the trips that have gone most smoothly. The ones closer to home, not as much.

    Both of my worst were I think complicated by pregnancy and have solidified my desire never to travel while pregnant again. The first was to Chicago at 8 weeks preggo–the height of my horrible nausea–for a relative’s wedding and everything I tried to eat either tasted horrible or came right back up. I spent a lot of money to stay in bed in an AirBnB for 4 days.

    The second was only 4 hours away, in Boca Raton, FL at 24 weeks. We went for a Japanese lantern festival and booked a nonrefundable hotel room like a year in advance…only to have the tickets sell out within minutes of going on sale, so now we’re stuck in Boca, the most tastelessly overpriced, boring, hot city in perhaps the nation, for 3 days. Then we find out upon arriving at 10 pm that the nonrefundable hotel room never got charged properly, so that unexpected expense halved my budget. We could only afford to eat at chain restaurants and managed to have horrible service and inedible food each time. The last day there we ate our only good meal at a Japanese restaurant and that is how I learned Japanese food made me spontaneously projectile vomit in the second trimester. We threw in the towel and drove home after that.

  15. I have so many horror stories from work and family travel. A memorable one is when I got my hand mauled by a feral dog in Sri Lanka but I didn’t want to miss out on snorkelling so I just plastered the still bleeding wounds with layers of bandaid and went diving a few dozen times. eventually got rabies shots a week later.

    It was a great holiday, though I do still have nightmares about the bad tempered dog.

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