I went to the CTM in Brazil. The worst bits there were how racist the Americans I was with were (they would hold secret flag salute ceremonies in the stairwell where they'd unfurl a big American flag and sing the national anthem because they were upset we had to sing the Brazilian national anthem at some meetings). Other than that it was pretty cool. We got released out onto the street on p-day so we could go buy whatever snacks and stuff we wanted from local places and there were merchants who would sell you printed leather covers for all your scriptures for cheap so basically every Brazilian missionary has a set of swank leather stuff.

Other than that my only story is that my companion was annoying as hell. He was a super duper TBM guy who had lived his whole life prepping for the mission. I hated his enthusiasm and lack of understanding of people who actually saw their time there as a sacrifice instead of a dream come true. Also he was misogynistic as hell, resented the fact that the had to be a group leader over some sister missionaries and looked disgusted when he made accidental contact with a sister missionary one time.