... what I forgot to mention.

Picture the scene.

You are in bar. In fact it is more like a music venue with large stage, many tables and seats and a bar. You may as well not be able to see the bar though, as you never have to visit. Table service is prevalent in most bars in Thailand.

You've had a few drinks and are fully loosened up, enjoying your company and your surroundings. A familiar urge hits you - one that often follows excess intake of fluid. You need to pee.

'Where's the toilet you ask?' wishing you had of learned this in Thai by now but glad that you are understood and pointed in the right direction.

Off you pop. A mixture of casual walking, drunken ambling, and attempted dancing. Upon entering the bathroom you are greeted by what appear to be three attendents. Unusual to have three, you think, but consider nothing of it as they actually indicate a urinal for you to use.

How kind, they are pointing the way. Most unusual but thank you.

.... and so, upon reaching designated urinal, ready to enjoy what is usually a very solitary act of relieving oneself while in a cormfortable drunkeness, hands clasp upon your shoulders, neck, head and not only do you find that you are relieving yourself, but also receiving a massage at the same time.

Quite bizarre but really, don't knock it until you've tried it.



Admittedly I was a little freaked out when hands appeared on my shoulders but the resultant massage alleviated some of my fears and was actually pretty good. My back was clicking here and there. My neck also, as it was twisted this way and the other. Even my ears, which for some reason were sort of massaged a little then yanked downwards causing them to click quite loudly.

This massage seemed to refresh you and send you on your way a little more energised.

I would advise caution however, as similar to a boat, plane or train - a toilet stop during a massage can be quite a tricky experience.