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2 months of Dysentery


No one ever wants the shits and to have it for my last 2 months makes my time on the Big Adventure less than enjoyable. It started in Nepal on the Everest Base Camp trek and ceased in the plains of India until I reached the Himalayas again in the foothills in McLoed Ganj and then amongst the mountains again in Manali. Then I’ve been welcomed back to the plains in Chandigarh with the need for the loo. It’s a real pace killer. So now I am packing that bad feeling into metaphysical suitcase and throwing it into a holy waterway (there seems plenty here in India) and making my way to the bright lights of Bollywood. And god damnit I am not going to be sick doing it.

UPDATE:I’ve met an old friend from London in Mumbai and his first comment was “Oh Jo you have been in th 3rd world too long. You need to get home and eat”. In an attempt to street feast on something new (Meat!) I discovered that its not just Delhi Belly but Bombay Belly that claims you here. Oh the joy.

One week before the familiar feasts and if nothing else an NHS visit!

Highly recommend
Lassi/Curd/Yoghurt – however you take it, it’s the probiotic of the region. If you can enjoy it that’s a bonus! I fell off the daily wagon (out of boredom due to necessity) in the last month and this is clearly my downfall!
Coconut – if you’re in a tropical place and Coconuts are available everywhere, coconuts are said to be the miracle water to help you…all part of the local bio-environment 
Drugs - a dose of Norfloxican to get you through the worst of any bout of dysentery. It’s an antibiotic but available over the counter in most 3rd world countries so I’m told– thanks to Mark La Hood for the recommendation and the Travel Doctor for supplying me! I’ve run out a few weeks ago and notice the difference! The fake local equivalent is not as powerful.

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  1. More than I wanted to know!

    Hope that sorts itself out when you get back to London. I'm sure you'll look forward to a hug from Liz in a few days time.

    Alwine and Ray are winging there way over so you'll see them at some stage.

    Talk soon.
    Love TJ and VJ

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