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Travel problems
Aug. 4th, 2005 12:13 pmWarning: some people might not want to read this story, it certainly isn´t very tasteful.
When you travel, inevitably someday you´ll end up running for the toilet. Some people get it as soon as they cross a border, hence they take their own food with them, other as soon as they eat something new, that´s why they stay inside their hotel/resort all the time.
I´m not in these categories. I have eaten from kitchens where rats are in charge. I´ve eaten chicken fried in an oil tin. I´ve eaten food that I haven´t recognised nor would I be able to tell what it was. Okay, I´m not a hero, I miss out on several traits, but I was just trying to make a point. I am used to eat of the street.
This week we ate at small cafetaria´s, in busstations, from the supermarket, all nice and cheap. The first time we decided to go for a proper meal, we really enjoyed it. Expensive for Brasilian prizes, not bad for us. Yet it was this meal that my stomach would´t accept. So in the middle of the night a first visit to the toilet. In the morning a second one, where I had to stand up quick as the food wanted to leave my body from the other side as well.
Okay, one spoilt day lying in bed, not even able to read a book or watch the Brasilian MTV, and things are back to normal again. Luckily, as we continued our journey yesterday, after a short visit to the beach in Salvador. Another overnight busjourney brought us to Porto Seguro, a ferry to Arraial, our base for the next 24 hours.
When you travel, inevitably someday you´ll end up running for the toilet. Some people get it as soon as they cross a border, hence they take their own food with them, other as soon as they eat something new, that´s why they stay inside their hotel/resort all the time.
I´m not in these categories. I have eaten from kitchens where rats are in charge. I´ve eaten chicken fried in an oil tin. I´ve eaten food that I haven´t recognised nor would I be able to tell what it was. Okay, I´m not a hero, I miss out on several traits, but I was just trying to make a point. I am used to eat of the street.
This week we ate at small cafetaria´s, in busstations, from the supermarket, all nice and cheap. The first time we decided to go for a proper meal, we really enjoyed it. Expensive for Brasilian prizes, not bad for us. Yet it was this meal that my stomach would´t accept. So in the middle of the night a first visit to the toilet. In the morning a second one, where I had to stand up quick as the food wanted to leave my body from the other side as well.
Okay, one spoilt day lying in bed, not even able to read a book or watch the Brasilian MTV, and things are back to normal again. Luckily, as we continued our journey yesterday, after a short visit to the beach in Salvador. Another overnight busjourney brought us to Porto Seguro, a ferry to Arraial, our base for the next 24 hours.
