Sounds like my US Navy days. Ship hits port, 3/4 of the crew hits the beach for fast food and beer. Some hours later, a bunch of broke and drunken sailors return to the ship and hit their racks. Shortly thereafter, the air in the Engineering berthing area became somewhat thick.
For those who have never been on a ship, they stack the bunks 3-high in two end-to-end rows with a 3-foot aisle between them. End result is 12 guys sleeping in a 7X12 foot area. Same arrangement is repeated all down the main 4-foot aisle. Kind of like a main road with a bunch of cul-de-sacs.
Thankfully, the gyrocompass equipment and the PBX required air conditioning...And there was just enough space down in the shop to stretch out with blanket and pillow behind the workbench.
Mazatlán was probably the worst that I can remember. About 75 engineering types returning after a night of Mexican food, bad water, and cheap beer...
Biting the hand that feeds IT
