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I got struck down with Bali Belly in Bali. After all of the months of days I have spent in Asia over the years this is my first case, so I have had a good run, so to speak.

Something was not quite right in Yogyakarta, so I can’t technically call it Bali Belly. Actually I prefer the French term diarrhée du voyageur. Everything sounds better in French. Loose Stool is the technical term, but that sounds more offensive to me than any other synonym.

I went to a chemist and the pharmacist reached for a well stocked supply of a remedy that did nothing for me.

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Anyway, this situation left me guesthouse bound and on a diet of dry crackers and banana’s. Apart from my limited travel options, this has also blown out my chance to feast on the famous Balinese Suckling Pig.

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