Some times the worst thing about travelling alone is not having anyone to share your experience with. Like the time I was checking in at Siem Reap – Angkor airport, Cambodia, on my way back to Bangkok. It was a short flight and the friendly young Cambodian man, eager to be helpful, ernestly suggested “You might like to get something to eat before the flight, as they only served a small snatch onboard.” It took every ounce of self control not to break into a fit of immature giggles. I desperately wanted to say “How dare you sir! What are you implying!” but my smutty joke would (A) most likely be lost on the nice young man, or worse (B), horribly offend him, (in my short time in Cambodia, I found that most people were religious and rather conservative), and (C), end up making myself look like a dirty old skank. Instead, I had to be content to quietly chuckle to myself and wait until I found someone with a similarly warpped sense of humour.