Oh this is easy! When I was a new bride, I went with my husband to meet my dad and some of his buddies at a fishing cabin on a lake in Ontario, Canada. I grew up going to rustic cabins on lakes in Canada and was never the kind of girl who needed a room in a Hilton to enjoy a vacation but..... My dad neglected to tell us that the sleeping arrangements at this particular cabin were as such: A common room, "bunkhouse style", in the open loft of the cabin. It was hot. The mattresses were old and lumpy. There were mosquitos IN the cabin. Oh and there were no box springs, just the mattress on the squeaky metal frame, so every time someone rolled over ... Ya. But, by far the worst part of that memorable night from 34 years ago was the constant, loud SNORING of I forget exactly how many middle-aged men all in that one loft!! I don't think I slept at all. Even my husband couldn't sleep and he was a snorer himself back then.
The next morning we rented our OWN cabin for the remainder of our stay!