Having a guy shoot up the beach in Sousse while luckily we hadn’t got down there yet.
Was my missus’ first abroad holiday and only our second day there. We’d just got back from the zoo, and were moving rooms as we were originally put up above a restaurant that seemingly went all night. The original plan was to go down to our section of beach straight after the zoo and try the cafe down there - but we didn’t expect to be given the new key so soon, like literally as soon as we got off the coach, so ended up shifting our stuff first instead. Made all the difference between living and dying, who knows? Must’ve took five, ten minutes to move our stuff, and in that time the guy was letting rip with his Kalashnikov.
Our new room was facing towards the beach and I was putting our towels out on the balcony, and I commented to her that some Wally was letting off fireworks in broad daylight at the beach. Hotel went into immediate lockdown, and the doofus that I am goes and leaves his phone in the other room. I eventually retrieve it and see 3 missed calls and a voicemail from my old man back at home. I called him and he’s crying his eyes out, because he knew of our plans to go to the beach.
I was amazed at the time that him being back here and us being a few hundred feet away from the incident, that he knew more about it than we did. We missed it by minutes. When he told me what was happening, my heart shot straight to my mouth and I started sweating. He couldn’t believe how oblivious I was. The missus was rightly terrified but I’m there trying to look like I’m not panicking. We flew out the following morning on one of the emergency flights.