There's something magical about desperately having to pee for an hour driving 65mp/h (110km/h) over bumpy ass, poorly maintained highway, then eventually not being able to take it anymore and pulling off somewhere, rushing into the woods, and pissing as hard as you can because its raining, smacking yourself all over because a dozen mosquitoes are trying to bite your ankles and ass.
And by magical I meant wretchedly miserable.