Could be worse. My mother last went to Africa as a child during the colonial wars, and they had to catch the last flight out back to Europe to avoid being caught in a bloodbath. The flight was short a seat, so she rode in the cockpit. It would be a perfectly awesome story if it wasn't for the "fleeing a battle" bit. That and she had been violently ill the night before, having to stay up being fed pineapple (I guess it was an old remedy for whatever she had).
Her best friend went for a second honeymoon several years back (probably about 20 now!), and went on the pill to make sure she wouldn't bleed during their trip to an expensive resort on the beach. She resisted modern medical science and still bled, and became so sick she couldn't leave the hotel room the entire week.