Ok, so I’ve been a bit slack of late, letting my pictures do the talking and only putting negligible words to appease the reader. I do have an excuse and it is a good one I think you will agree. My day yesterday gave me the inspiration for this next story.
So my excuse goes by a few names, for example Bali Belly, Montezuma’s revenge, Katmandu quickstep, Mummy’s Tummy – all depending on where you, the intrepid traveller is making the next loo your home for a few hours or days (and why does it always seem that you choose the grossest one for this adventure?)! For the uninitiated this goes by the very simple name of traveller’s diarrhea (here is a website dedicated to this affliction – www.travellersdiarrhea.com)! Who would have thought, a whole site dedicated to the quick two-step?! Sounds pleasant, huh? If you plan to sample the delights of the culture you are travelling in, become familiar with this and the closest loo (ok, bathroom for you sensitive Americans)!
Why have I chosen to share my debilitating day’s story with you? No, it is not to shock the unwary reader of this blog (which is probably all 2 of you), quite simply it is to let you, the horrified reader, know that adventurous natures do have their downsides. So if you are like me and want to experience all there is to offer, then you can sympathise with me, for those of you who are thinking of taking your first overseas adventure, then you are forewarned and for those who are tucked safely in your inner spring beds with the 60 inch plasma attached to the wall happily watching days of our lives, then you can laugh at us, the ones living outside our four walls.
In taking off to exotic destinations, I am often called brave. Not sure why? Maybe someone can shed some light on this for me. But one thing that I can assure the person about to tell me I’m brave for being so adventurous, is that bravery and stupidity are close friends and the only thing that separates them is the outcome! So, yes back to my theme for this blog, trying all the delectable looking morsels offered you in some foreigners elephant shaped house, might not be bravery but stupidity!!
Yes, definately stupidity! After being invited in by the family, we were given the grand tour. We were then asked to take a seat in the lounge/dining/kitchen/2nd bedroom while the livestock (mainly goats, sheep and a cow lowed quietly in the master bedroom next door) and proffered a plate of the traditional bread by the man of the house. Made from the false banana plant stalk, mashed and buried out in the yard for three days to let it ferment, it is cooked and then left to sit around and be eaten. An interesting texture and taste in the mouth, but the reaction in the gut two hours later was the real surprise. Graciously declining the offer is an acceptable practice (Erin, why didn’t you save yourself from a sleepless night and an intimate relationship with the amenities?).
This would be about the time and place to add in some handy suggestions for how to avoid Tourist Trot or recommendations for how to deal with it. All I am going to say is, always have a packet of tissues in your pocket, ALWAYS, a spare pair of undies and just let it do its thing while drinking coke, soda water or sports drinks! Oh, and a doctor is always a handy font of advice if you can get to one. Don’t let this knowledge stop you from exploring the wanders of this world, just make sure you buy that packet of tissues from the young boy following you everywhere (this will also guarantee he will stop following you!).
To the oversensitive people reading this and thinking this a little crude to be discussing, the reality is that most of you who plan to be a little more adventurous in your travels (yes, that means outside your own country!) will likely experience this phenomenon. And since my blog is dedicated mostly to travel then why not discuss all aspects of travel? For 50% of you are going to experience this whether you like it or not! So better to be prepared than not, right? Tissues, where are the tissues?