Don't touch me there

I'm all about experiencing the local culture, really. I've hung out with the beer serving girls, I've sung karaoke in a brothel – all in the name of research. But the other day I was introduced, well nearly, to a cultural component I find hard to, um, embrace.

On a recent outing to a beer garden, I went into the bathroom to find several guys at the urinal receiving neck massages and back rubs provided by male bathroom attendants – not that there's anything wrong with that. Maybe it helps with flow.

One rather excited looking attendant spied me, but I was able to avoid him with a shake of the head. I did, however, take the proffered hand towel on the way out for a couple hundred riel.