Work is going to force me to go to India
I'm going to get a nasty case of something because at some point, likely while hammered, I will forget to eat only cooked vegetables.
What sort of sorry excuse for a country would end up in the position where foreigners can only eat cooked vegetables? I'm dreading it.
I've been three or four times and it is fine. As long as you stick to vegetables and bread. The vegetarian food is much better anyway because the meat is piss poor quality.
Unfortunately I got hammered on the last night, ate one tiny piece of meat and experienced the worst 12 hours of my life.
You live and learn
India's no worse than south east Asia or east Africa. Just take sensible precautions: eat some natural yoghurt every day for two weeks before departure and then have some local yoghurt at breakfast in your hotel, then eat and experience everything available, especially street food.
I've only ever had the shíts once in in the tropics and that was from a bowl of lentils in a 5 star hotel. Alright, twice if you include the time I came home from Tanzania with debilitating stomach cramps (no shíts) which lasted 8 months.
Just get fired in. Life is too short to fúck about worrying about ice in your drinks or lettuce with your meal.
It seems a strange attitude to me - to have the opportunity to visit wondrous, extraordinary places, and then choose to siolate yourself from the culture in case you need to go poopy.
I bet if he saw the conditions in the kitchens at his 'resort' in Dubai he'd shít himself from fright anyway.
Well, there is this small matter of one friend who contracted a parasite there and ultimately died from it. And then the 8 year old boy of friends who decided to 'tour' India only to end up with their son in intensive care within 5 days which eventually resulted in him being out of school for 2 years and which effects him to this day.
So slightly more than a case of sh1ts.
I must have been to Malaysia and Singapore about 40 times over the years. Have eaten everything and never had a problem.
India got me with a tiny piece of meat in a 5 star hotel. I would say it is quite a bit worse.
I can cope with the ****s. This was both ends for 12 hours, partial blindness, complete loss of balance and, more importantly, dignity.
There was **** everywhere….