040. We hop into a car and drive off. Within minutes I have no idea where I am or where I’m going, except that it is a disco and there will be dancing.
When I arrive I’m not shocked that there is dancing, drinks, and lots of people in various states of intoxication. Looking around, I’m not even particularly shocked that I’m the only farang (white foreigner) in the building.
I am shocked, however, when after a few drinks and a couple of dance moves, I walk into the bathroom and encounter the strange bathroom customs at this club. While waiting for a pisser to open I observe this baffling oddity.
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About half way through releasing 50 dollars worth of booze, a warm washcloth is placed on the back of my neck. I enjoy my pissing privacy, and after watching these strange bathroom customs transpire while waiting for a pisser to open, in an inebriated state of mind I had devised a solution. Unfortunately, it is much more difficult to quickly raise a hand and wave off a bathroom attendant when streaming 50 dollars worth of booze into a urinal than I realized. I’m trapped pissing with a washcloth on my neck. Soon thereafter, while buttoning up my jeans, I get a quick shoulder massage and three karate chops to the shoulder/neck area, and then the man tries to crack my back.
I look around and follow the examples of the other Thai men in the bathroom, albeit at much quicker pace, pay, and get the hell out of there.
When I return I tell my Thai friend. She laughs. I grab my beer, think twice about taking another drink, and then we start dancing.
It’s a good thing for you that the attendant wasn’t “a little naughty.”
Wow! Talk about customer service. .. hehehe..
Yeah that would gross me out I think. I don’t like to really touch things in the bathroom, therefore I don’t think I would want anything touching ME!
OMG… This is probably what they call Thai hospitality. No wonder you enjoyed Chiang Mai so much
A massage in the bathroom? That sounds so dirty.