Was in Sunny Beach, Bulgaria this summer and it was our first night there; drank myself silly, wallet stolen from lady of the night, wandering streets like a drunken lunatic on my own; our apartment was 10 miles away and I had no idea how to get there or money for a taxi.
Don't have a clue exactly what I got up to but from the few tid bits of what I remember; wallet and mobile stole by lady of the night; attacked by group of Dutch people, following a Russian couple around trying to get them to let me stay in their hotel; then ended up with a bunch of Bulgarian teens sniffing poppers (which the lady of the night had kindly let me keep) at around 6 in the morning. I remember running around housing estates and hotel complexes wildly trying to find my hotel only to keep running into the Bulgarians who hadn't a word of English and hitting the poppers again.
Poppers really are the universal language of love.
i eventually made it back at around 8 O clock, I was that twisted drunk that I couldn't recognise my mate sleeping on the bed. I thought I was there on my own and started to bark at the wall like a dog before collapsing.
Great start to the holiday; the holiday continued on like that in a similar vain for the next six days.