My own personal worst travel experience....
In June I went to Oxford, UK. It was my first time overseas. I picked a night flight, thinking I could catch a nap on the plane, and it would help with the jet lag.
I was very excited, and was reading a book when we took off. When we were in the air, it was then that I realized I was surrounded by teenagers.
Turns out they were all in a program called "People to People".....and this was their first international flight. They were ever so excited!
*puts hands to face and squeals in happiness*
I reminded myself that I was a teen once too, and didn't want to come off as the "grumpy old fart" so i sat in silence as they talked and laughed and squealed in excitement.....very loudly.
Night time came, and I was ready to try to drift off. Well, that's when they all decided that it was time for flash photography.

Loud talking and posing and laughing ensued, and the flashing made it like trying to sleep in a disco. After what seemed like forever, they settled down.
Just when I thought I could go to sleep, one of them raised the screeen and said....."Oh, the sun's comming up! The sky's pink!"
More squeals of exctiment and flash pics ensued.

I landed, got my bags, went through customs, and crammed myself on an underground to Finsburry to meet the friends who were waiting on me.
Their first comment to me was that I looked worn out.
I recounted the above story to them, and ended it with this sentance:
"I now understand why some animals eat their young!"
