I was making my way over-land from Vietnam to China and there was only one train a day from this town and the border crossing took too long.
So here I am stuck in this tiny border town and I go to the only "hotel" in town.
The "bathroom" did not have a toilet, just a 3 inch sewer opening where a toilet should have been. I had to aim as best I could. The bed was obviously rough, I did not trust the sheets at all that looked dirty. Luckily I brought my own little sarong I could put down. Too hot for any blankets luckily.
Later that evening the hotel keepers son kept bringing girls to the room to try to sell, and his parents were cussing him out over it at the top of their lungs while he was trying to present them.
The "hotel" was not approved for foreigners and the hotel keeper was adamant I get out of there early in the morning before the police came by.
That was quite the welcome to China, and the next two very long days in "hard seat" class on a meter gauge rail line winding through China, while beautiful, about broke my spirit.
I had always thought this is where the term "bug" came from, but the log says "First actual case of bug being found", which to me implies misperforming routines were called bugs prior to the "bug" being found.