The only bad thing that ever happened to me touring was an almost inedible meal at a pension in the Czech Republic that was run by a woman whose family must have been Nazis back in the day. That was an awful place. I ate it and didn't get sick, but it tasted like pig dung. Weird German religious memorabilia on the walls. Creepy.

Everything else was just another adventure. Just take it all as part of the adventure. A tour without some stories to tell wasn't much of a tour.