About sleeping 'rough' - I've always liked it. In my early teens, it seemed an adventure to sleep in the forest a few miles from home, usually alone. Given the choice, I'd rather sleep on the open than a hotel (assume half decent weather, pleasant or at least benign dossing opportunities). So that predilection allowed me to happily set off hitching across Europe or America to a festival with nothing more than a few quid in my pocket for food.

Last year I cycled down France in Spring, and slept each night in a hammock, and often lay awake listening to nightingales. One time I awoke to see the sky lightening, and was mildly annoyed as I was still tired. I figured it was dawn, the birds were singing so madly. I waited till it got light enough to get up, and when it did, I realised it was the full moon rising, not the sun, and I still had many hours of sleep ahead. 

It was only hard to sleep because the moonlight and the nightingales were so enchanting. Beyond a 5 star hotel.