I am jinxing myself by saying this, but I have an incredible track record of not getting sick while traveling, and I really don't limit myself much in the way of street food. As you can see from my previous post, I am helping myself to plenty of kabobs served wrapped in newspaper from neighborhood kabob shops, and I also eat plenty of salad because they make a dressing that tastes just like Dad's and is worth the risking the raw vegetables. And yet I still haven't gotten sick, from food at least.
I am writing this post from my bed because I have spent most of Christmas Eve feeling absolutely terrible after having a few glasses of the worst wine I have ever tasted. It came out of a milk-carton that you snipped the corner of the cardboard off to make a spout. Now, being a muslim country, wine is pretty hard to come by, and so my two friends and I finished the carton though we all agreed we had never had worse, and then we went to bed. I woke up half dead the next morning, though they were relatively undamaged. Which I am taking as a lesson that while my stomach can tolerate quite a lot of abuse from developing country food, it demands a higher quality when it comes to beverages.
Merry Christmas everyone.
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