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.
This reminds me of a joke.
Bloke's sitting in a pub with a pint and decides to pop off to the toilet for a piss. While he's away, some big strapping black lass comes over, crouches over his pint and farts.
When the bloke comes back, someone approaches him and says, "sorry to bother you mate, but you see that big black lass over there? She just let one go in your pint while you were in the toilet."
The bloke's naturally furious and marches over to the lady in question.
"Oi, love, you Fart-in-ma Whitbread?"
"Nah, she replies. "I'm Tessa Sanderson"
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….