My last day in Poipet I was walking back to the border nearly out of film when I got called over to a table under a rickety roof. At the table was a group of 5 Cambodian men drinking whiskey. One man smiled and offered me a chair and glass of whiskey, the others encouraged me to have a drink.
I had to tell them I did not drink (did that in Thai, not sure they understood). Nice fellows, I dislike the whole drinking thing but it would have been nice to sit down and share some time with these guys.