I've had a few very memorable nights of bad sleep in my life; there was the time I visited a friend up in Berkeley and was forced to sleep on her hardwood floor, with a towel instead of a blanket and no pillow. Or, the time Michael and I went to run my car on the track and arrived at the hotel too late to check into a room so we decided to sleep in the MR2 for the night. Neither experience could be described as 'restful'. I chalked up another really bad night's sleep on the bus from Pula to Split in Croatia. David and I took the 10 hour, overnight bus, figuring that we would just be able to sleep on board and not have to pay for lodging for a night. The bus would stop every 30 minutes or so (or, however long it would take me to fall asleep), the lights would come on and people would bump our chairs on their way on or off the bus. The driver had the radio on some Croatian talk radio show, loud enough for the entire bus to hear. And people's cell phones were going off at all hours. Of course, the real irony is that it was still more comfortable than RyanAir.