Travel Day: Battambang - The Golden Shower

It was somewhere past Sisophon, on the 7:30 bus to Battambang that the last few sleepless nights finally caught up with me. As I drifted into sleep, a small stream of something warm trickled down my right arm; not enough to jar me from my semi-conscious head bobbing but enough to be noticeable. It was the abrasive back and forth motion of a cloth on my arm that finally stirred me awake.

I opened my eyes to a naked Cambodian baby (which is not that uncommon here) and a very apologetic looking mother (who was busy scrubbing away at my arm). The kid had apparently gone potty in my direction. It’s times like these I’m glad urine is sterile.