Whenever I travel, something bad happens. In Furore, Italy, I succumbed to sunstroke from too much wine and too little water. In Bali, a wayward monkey bared its teeth and bit me. I also contracted ‘Bali belly’. I had the runs in Cuzco, Peru, and was woozy from altitude sickness meds. So, I expected to get sick again on my trip to Thailand. To my surprise (and relief) I was symptom-free.
Travelers often get sick drinking tap water contaminated with bacteria, viruses, or parasites. In Bali, I’m fairly certain that the lettuce I ate was the culprit. But it could also have been the ice cubes. So, when I planned a trip to Thailand, I thought I’d be eating rice and noodles only. But I ended up loving the cuisine and making the recipes at home.