Does anyone have any travelling horror stories? Whether it be getting kidnapped by terrorists, or going into the wrong bathroom in a different country with intense reactions? Or just a really bad day?
Horror Stories
Not going into the wrong toilet but going into the gents in a posh bar in Makati, Philippines shocked me!
I was quite happily standing against the urinal doing what comes naturally in those circumstances and suddenly felt a firm pair of hands on my neck and shoulders that started giving me a massage!
Naturally I stood stunned for a few seconds in obviously a vulnerable position, my hands being busy and all and turned my head to see a smiling happy toilet attendant staring at me.
Being English I was polite of course and asked him to 'stop fondling me whilst I'm, taking a piss'
He seemed quite shocked but backed off to the usual sink position.
I guess it was just an extended form of service like the usual giving you soap/towels/aftershaves etc that I'm used to from 'toilet boy' you get in bars in England (or maybe I was singled out for special attention lol)
but hey I'm a guy and English and first rule you ever learn going to urinals in England is always look straight ahead, never acknowledge the guys standing near you, and you never expect to be 'touched' whilst doing your business in there lol!
Maybe quite a common occurrance but certainly made me freeze in shock lol!
Quoting lcassey
...I guess it was just an extended form of service like the usual giving you soap/towels/aftershaves etc that I'm used to from 'toilet boy' you get in bars in England...
Aftershave, soap and towels from the "bar boys" in England? What bars exactly do you frequent? 
I'm going to guess... Not the shot and a beer joints.
Pretty much every major bar these days has 'toilet boy' trying to charge you £1 for handing you a paper towel to wash your hands after lol!
If it's going to cost you a quid take the aftershave and swets as well to get your moneys worth!!
Going through a bit of a horror story at the moment, and have been for the last few weeks, just one thing after another (mostly due to major stupidity on my part, so I can't be too annoyed). I won't go into massive detail as it would take forever.
Got drugged in Quito, blacked out, had all my money stolen. I think somebody followed me from the bank.
Travelled on with some very nice, generous backpackers I met in the hostel who were kind enough to sub me for food and drinks.
Then, having left my fellow travellers in Peru and having used all my emergency cash (no more money in the bank as it had not been transfered from the other account yet)managed to leave, yes LEAVE my coat on the bus with all my money, passport, credit cards and my last travellers cheques in it. 
I had to walk through a BAD area in town at 3 in the morning to get the bus so wanted to know exactly where my money was and hid it in the lining of my jacket. I know how stupid I was but in my defense it was 3 in the morning, I was in the rankest hostel ever, and I hadn't slept. (not much of an excuse I know, but it's all I've got 
There is a whole load of stuff in between this such as cancelled buses, being stuck in tiny town for days on end, walking for miles through the rain, and also, kind hotels letting me sleep for free, locals feeding me, local people taking me out to parties, and generally people being great, dispite my dreadful pigeon spanish etc
I am now finally in Chiclayo where money should be arriving at western union tomorrow. It has been about 2 weeks of hell, and I haven't spoken to a fellow traveller in about 10 days, going a little nuts 
, so anybody in Chiclayo or Trujillo (got to get my passport from there) fancy getting a drink I would be eternally gratefull.
Hopefully its over now, but let this be a lesson to you all, don't be stupid like me
Sorry to get back off topic but back to the "toilet boy" as you have called him. I myself, the first time i went into my favourite nite club back in england and they had hired one of these guys, was like, "what the heck is this guy doing, im not paying him any money to spray some crap on me and dry my hands!" If any of you have ever been to The Beach Nite Club in Newquay Cornwall or as us locals called it, "Cheesy Beaches", you would know how dirty this place can get. But ill tell ya, the new "toilet boy" they got kept that bathroom sparkling, even through the summer when the place would be packed, he'd clean up all the sick off the floor and toilets when we would have too many sambuca shots or 15 too many pints and he'd still be smiling by the end of the night. The next time I went there I put a pound in his tip jar and did every nite after, sometimes even a few times a nite. Its a dirty job but somebody has to do it! Have a little respect for these guy, give him that quid that he deserves!
Jesus SkacoreUK!
You must be a strong person, because facing all the trials that you did, you still managed to insert a few smiley icons in the story. If all that had happened to me, I think I would have repressed it, curled into the fetal position and bawled like a baby. 
Well it seems like you are coming out of it ok, and you met some people with big hearts along the way. Hope your trip gets 10x better. It sounds like it will have to.
GOOD LUCK!
Back to interesting toilet stories (maybe we should start a toilet thread?)
I was standing at a urinal in Cambodia doing the British thing of looking straight ahead, as you do, when I noticed a local lad standing next to me. He seemed to be paying me an undue amount of attention and I was just about to ask him what he found so fascinating when he calmly said to me 'it is true what they say, you are much bigger'!!
Quoting TKolb325
If all that had happened to me, I think I would have repressed it, curled into the fetal position and bawled like a baby.
Ditto!
We almost got stranded on Koh Kood this summer when the hotel we *thought* we had reservations with said that they didn't have our names down, and they were booked up that week. No way to get off the island until the next boat came, and there isn't even a town to speak of. Fortunately, a guy at the pier had a resort that wasn't open yet, and he let us be his guinea pigs and give it a test. It was probably the best part of the trip! Perfect for a honeymoon! And huge thanks to the people at the pier and at the police station for helping us out/letting us get on the 'net to try to sort things out.
An amusing little tid bit to add is when we got a Thai massage back in Bangkok, and the girl asked my husband if he wanted "special massage." He wasn't sure what she meant, but said no thanks. When he told me, I laughed so hard I cried!
Skacore, just find your way up to the States, and we'll fetch someone to come get you!