What's the most humble, and/or ridiculous travel digs you've experienced?

Mine was a hole in the ground in a place better left unmentioned.

A tube tent at the base of Mt. Whitney’s east face. The tent was basically a large plastic bag, that was open on both ends, and suspended from a single center line.

Oh, I forgot about bare sleeping in the vegetation at Stoneman Meadow in Yosemite Valley. Luckily the grass was high enough so that the park rangers couldn’t see us from the road. ;-p

On a hitchhiking trip from Portland to San Francisco, my friend and I couldn’t get a ride to save our lives, near Red Bluff, CA, I think it was, but I’m not sure. We ended up spending the night on the ground underneath a mobile home that was on a raised foundation of some kind. I mentioned to my friend that at least we had a floor over our heads.

It was a weird shitholish place called the “Capri Motel” in Joplin. The room we were in was somehow so out of square it made me dizzy being in the room looking around. It got better looking when the lights were off. Cheap though.

I’ve lived a sheltered life. Girl Scout camp may qualify. It required a week in a tent with a hand crafted latrine and bathing in a creek with the cows on the farm.

The latest was last December, where many of us spent the night in the Amsterdam airport when flights were cancelled and we were stranded for over 24 hours. While I took it in stride, there were people with babies and others on medication that needed immediate assistance that wasn’t available. It was an incredible experience to see people from all over the world pull together to make each other comfortable until the situation was resolved.

After trying to find a room in several different motels, I was finally offered a room that had previously been flooded, but was supposedly clean now. WRONG. I left after five minutes, and there was no charge. We drove 100 move miles and found a wonderful room for the night, after midnight.

It seems that every time I go to Ohio, I bring big rain storms with me. Once I went and the hotel room I was staying in started leaking to the point that the bathroom was flooding after we’d unpacked all of our things. We changed to another room, and found that the second room was leaking as well (again, after we’d unpacked our things). Then we finally got a dry room, but they had no rooms with two beds left so I had to share the bed with my aunt.
Also, we had to take the stairs up to the rooms, and the stairwell was leaking too, and we had really heavy things to carry while simultaneously trying to not break our necks going up wet steps, and the door at the top was the kind that doesn’t stay open because it would rather try to catch your ankle.

On a bench in the YMCA girl’s locker room with nothing but a t shirt and my Soffe shorts. It was holyhell freezing.

In a younger day I seemed to spend a fair number of nights in airports, and more than a few in my car while driving across country.

Going to an anime convention at age 18. We were all broke and got the cheapest hotel room available, snuck like 20 people in there and stacked us all in there like firewood. I slept in a sleeping bag in the bathtub.