The top of Table Mountain. Well, the visitor centre anyway.
Got caught short after 5 day's on a diet of Castle Lager and dodgy "through the railings" cheap hotdogs at the Cape Town test match.
Only just made it to the bog and after the evacuation, realized there was no bog roll and had to cut the pockets out of my shorts. Not the first time I've had to ruin a perfectly good pair of shorts.
The flight home wasn't much fun either, had to ask for an aisle seat.
That reminds me of when my mate nearly got thrown out of a Bognor Regis nightclub, because a bouncer looked under his cubicle door and thought he was taking drugs out of his socks, when he was actually taking them off to wipe his arse due to no bog roll. He let him back in saying, "no one would make that up".