Once on a flight from Pagan to Yangon the aircraft was truly a POS, nothing electrical worked in the passenger cabin, no light, A/C, nothing. It was over 100 degrees out and everyone was sitting there, sweating in the shadowy cabin. The woman right across the aisle from me was holding a baby, with a small cloth diaper. The baby was crying (understandably, it was hot) and I think was sick as it went diarrhea all over the woman's arm and leg. The diaper did almost nothing in terms of keeping the poop in, and she just sat there patiently, waiting for our junky plane to lift off. I felt really bad for her, and was sick to my stomach and wondering if I was going to end my days on that dreadful flight.