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In reply to the discussion: Where's the Worst Place You've Ever Spent the Night? [View all]3catwoman3
(23,977 posts)Worst worst - having either motion sickness (to which I am not prone) or gastroenteritis, or maybe both, on a night train from Tokyo up to Sapporo. The train kept swaying from side-to-side, and the facilities were the trench-in-the-floor variety that require a very deep squat to use. I was thankful that there were hand rails. An added challenge in that deep squat position is trying to keep your clothes from getting peed on, or worse. Not easy when you are of the female design.
A tie for second, both in Germany. We had been there for about a week. We were scheduled to fly back to the US out of the Frankfort airport. A neighbor, who had traveled there extensively, recommended a little bed and breakfast not far outside the city, in a little town by the name of Assmannhausen. The inn, he told us, used to be a train station and was quite charming. It was, however, he neglected to mention that, while the inn itself was no longer in use by the rail system, THE TRAINS STILL RAN RIGHT BY IT EVERY 20 MINUTES ALL NIGHT LONG! We got no sleep. As soon as you would doze off, the next train would rumble by, shaking the building like an earthquake. It felt like my teeth were going to rattle out of their sockets.
We spent all day at the airport, trying to get out on standby (my husband was flying for United at the time). Didnt get out. That next night, we took a room in a small hotel just off the airport grounds. It was late summer, pretty hot, and no air conditioning, so we opened the windows. There was some sort of very loud party going on until about 2 AM. Once it ended, it became obvious that there was another party still going full swing, which finally wound down about 4 AM. It was either really hot, with slightly muffled noise, or ever-so-slightly less hot and deafening noise. We had to get up at 6 to head back to the airport.
Another full day at the airport, standing by trying to get standby. Didnt get out. That 3rd night, we treated ourselves to an expensive room at the Marriott connected to the airport. It was worth every penny.