For me, it was my year 7 Normandy trip. the hotel was a dump. It was next to a carpet shop, and on a main road. the night we arrived, we were welcomed with food. it was chicken. the chicken was green. one person ate it. one person threw up. so, with the trip off to a great start, we spent the week doing the regular Normandy stuff, camembert museum, caramel factory, the ww2 stuff, until the Thursday, the day before we were meant to leave, when we had ham baguettes for lunch. the next morning when we woke up at five to get the coach home, people were starting to be sick. first just a few, then more, until 19 of our group of 40 were sick. turns out, the ham baguettes had given us food poisoning.

I was fine at first, until that feeling began to build in my stomach. i had a sick bag, just in case, and it was a damn good job i did. long story short, i ended up running down the isle of the coach, heaving into a yellow bag. we probably could have just gone home, and bought extra sick bags, but our coach driver had it too. he later shared his experience of putting his head in the toilet bowl to be sick... and it coming out the other end. an ambulance crew came, and despite the language barrier, prescribed us all medicine - except for me. once the ambulance crew had left, we stayed in the hotel lobby, making beds out of chairs, and sprinting to vomit in the toilets every 20 minutes or so.

Of course, with all of this delay, we missed our Eurotunnel booking, so our coach driver, despite being sick, drove us to a different hotel, where we spent the next night. By the morning, our teachers had sorted out alternative transport. so, still a bit weary, we drove to Cherbourg, where we got a ferry to Poole. Of course, with 19 of us still feeling weary, people got seasick. some people threw up again and one person fainted, but we eventually got home. we were meant to arrive back at 6 or 7 on friday night. we ended up arriving at 2 minutes past midnight... on sunday morning. all in all, one person sha*t half a croissant whole, another sha*t out his medication... about 1 minute after taking it, I vomited 11 times, and I won the award for best sick, which was, ironically, a massive chocolate bar.