Holiday. Celebrate.

Romantic holidays. Nothing like 'em... especially when you take off on that first loved-up lust-fest as a couple. Skiing in Japan, sailing in Fiji, sharing a merlot in Paris. Or in my experience - food poisoning in Greece, a ripping off in Rome and a broken leg in Aspen. I’m sure there are couple vacations that go without a hitch, but it’s been my experience that they end up in disaster, especially the first time you go away together. Let me share some of my favourite holiday tales from around the globe...

~ A reality chick I know planned a camping trip to Fraser Island with her brand new beau, only to discover that rabid dingoes wanted a piece of them, as well as squadrons of mosquitoes. The hot outdoor sex she was hoping for? Didn’t happen. They were both far too smelly from not showering to get down and er, dirty in the tent.

~ A gal pal took off on a ski trip to New Zealand with her man of six months, hoping for plenty of après ski action. All she got was a case of thrush due to her tight, synthetic ski pants. Oh, and her boyfriend picked up case of it too. Ouch.

~ Another friend went on honeymoon to Surfer’s Paradise, hoping for the sun, sand and romance. On her first day she lay out in a teeny weenie bikini and sustained third degree burns. Let’s just say the only lubricant she needed that trip was aloe vera gel!

~ A guy I know spent his holiday in Central American holding back his girlfriend’s hair – she was struck down for nearly a week with a bad case of Montezumas Revenge. Then it rained for another solid week and he got bitten by a jellyfish.

Tell me – what’s your worst couple holiday?!