Holidays from hell - Telegraph An unwanted houseguest in Croatia It was the stink of fried goat and onions at breakfast time, wafting up to our sun terrace, that first alerted us. "I think someone's living in the garage beneath us," said our 11-year-old daughter. Someone was - the owner of our holiday villa on the Croatian island of Brac, plus five members of his family. When he wasn't not cooking pungent food, he sat outside in his dirty string vest and shorts watching our every move with a scowl of suspicion. It seemed he'd not taken the "vacant possession" clause - and several others - far too literally in his contract with a long-established British villa company. The family's clothes were still in the bedroom cupboards, and other belongings were scattered everywhere. Our young children were intrigued to discover a dresser drawer stuffed with sex aids and porno films. Whenever we left the villa, the owner would leg it up from the garage and return to his home upstairs. He decided we were using too much air conditioning in August heat, so he removed the remote control and refused to return it. Washing facilities in his sweatbox of a garage were presumably non-existent, so we always knew when he'd been snooping. "You can swim from the door," stated the brochure. First you had to cross a road to reach the harbour wall of the busy little port. Yes you could swim here, but it took us a morning to discover that the water was heavily polluted with sewage. Our 14-year-old son immediately developed a serious skin infection and we spent much of our two weeks queuing outside the (excellent) doctor's surgery. At the end of our fortnight, home never felt so welcoming. Peter Hardy Your holiday hell We want to hear about your worst holiday experiences. Please email travelviews@telegraph.co.uk with a description of your nightmare trip. We will publish the best (or worst) on Telegraph Travel. Picture: ALAMY