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

To counter @flutherother’s question about posh hotels, which was fun, let’s recall quite the opposite. Mine was sleeping in a sleeping bag in a tent in an eggplant patch in Greece and being wakened by a cat attacking the tent.
Or maybe it was sleeping in the same tent in the Black Forest in Germany and being wakened by a cuckoo clock striking the hour. At 10, I thought I’d really slept late. Then it got to eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and I realized it wasn’t a clock at all.