Overindulgence – what you can't claim for!!

A humorous look at the Brits abroad

Montezuma´s Revenge, Delhi Belly, a touch of the Eartha Kitts? We´ve all had them at some time or other whilst holidaying abroad. Many Brits on holiday put their upset stomachs down to over indulging the night before. Too much sun and sangria can cause diarrhoea and sickness, but the main culprit is the dodgy all-inclusive hotel buffet which sits out in the heat for hours on end. Recycling to save the planet is one thing, but serving up the same trays of luke warm gruel day after day is completely another. Bacteria on warmed up food can multiply thousands of times with every serving, and cause some serious stomach upsets.

For more information how to make a no win no fee no obligation compensation claims phone 08000 154321 or click here for www.roseclaims.co.uk


If however, you are suffering from alcoholic poisoning, well that´s a different kettle of fish altogether. A friend of mine once drank ten B52´s, and two jugs of sangria during a Stag night in Spain. Almost dead with hangover symptoms the next morning, he staggered to the hotel reception and complained that the previous evening´s meal had given him an upset stomach – only to be reminded by the receptionist that he not only owed a bar bill as big as the national debt, but had also managed to drink the mini-bar dry before collapsing in the corridor.
An actor friend flew to St.Moritz, Switzerland for a spot of snowboarding in style. Not backwards at coming forwards, he was something of a show-off and was determined to show us all how it was done. As he took to the piste on the first day of his holiday, he flew down one of the trickier runs with shouts of encouragement and ´break a leg´ ringing in his ears. He did break a leg, and still limps to this day. Not that I would wish that on anyone of course – but we certainly took the piste out of him for a few weeks after.

Ahhhhhhh Mosquitos. Holidays wouldn´t be the same without having a few of these little blighters buzzing around your ears at 4am. Mosquitos like me and I don´t know why. I often think they must have a wine radar which sends them in my direction after a particularly boozy night. Just when you need to sleep the most, the familiar buzzzz of the mozzie fills the room. Like a divebomber it hurtles itself at any part of my exposed body just wanting to taste the Rioja. Not surprisingly they usually then fly off sideways and head-butt the nearest window before falling to an inebriated death. Not a bad way to go I suppose.

I think the Brits have got sunburn down to a fine art form. No other nation can boast as many lobster and milk coloured bodies as us when we hit the beaches. Starved of sunshine for months on end, we tend to go a bit crazy at the first sign of the sun. Slap on a bit of factor 3 sun tan oil (even though your lily white English skin hasn´t seen the sun for 12 months), lay flat out on the beach in temperatures of 90 degrees, and then promptly fall asleep for 2 hours. Yes it works every time. Resulting in red, blistering skin if you are lucky and third degree burns if you´re not, the Brits certainly reign in Spain when it comes to sunbathing. If you enjoy people watching, sit in a beach café at any resort town during the summer and watch the Brits come out to play!

for more information about holiday illness compensation claims