They say there are only 2 absolute certanties in life - paying taxes and death. I would like another one to the lis - travellers diarrhea. Yes Delhi Belly, Gyppy Tummy, Montezumas revenge, the trots, the squirts, etc. Just like an Irish winter they are wet, unpleasant, long and unpredictable. At one time you can have a piece of bread and get it, at other times you can down raw seafood and be fine.
My weirdest experience was arriving off the plane in Thailand and having imbibed NOTHING but a bottle of coke all day and I still got Bangkok Belly. It varies in viscosity (which I believe is the correct term) from slightly soft ice cream to full on "I am actually peeing from my arse". Its duration is also a mystery - sometimes it passes quickly (in one sitting, so to speak), sometimes it plagues you for weeks - in fact the entire 4 weeks I was in Cambodia it followed me round like a stray dog.
But like a slight bodily imparement, you soon get used to it. The only time it is mildly worrying is when you have a 12 hour bus journey ahead of you and your stomach is already gurgling as you board the bus, but then again it just ads to the excitement - Delhi Routlette if you will.
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