spamel said:
...in fact if I remember right, Michael Palin said that it is best to drink tea rather than coffee as tea is always brought to the boil in places like India, and this is how he has never got a rumbly tummy from drinking in places like India.
Maybe that dead parrot should take a leaf out of his book!
I was once travelling on a bus somewhere up in the hills of Maharashtra State, India, and the bus made a stop at a roadside café in the early hours of the morning (And surprisingly busy at that time of day). Everybody (Men only) was drinking glasses of coffee. On the stove was a huge pan of boiling water, I cant remember exactly how the coffee was made, but I have a dim recollection that it was a liquid form of coffee, but I may be mistaken. The coffee turned out to be quite safe.
I didnt pay great attention to the coffee making, as I was rather distracted by the atmosphere of the place, which reminded me of a Wild West saloon. When we walked into the establishment, all heads did swivel, the loud conversation did momentarily stop. The only thing that was missing from the saloon analogy was the honky-tonk piano (This would have been too much to hope for).
I dont recall seeing a Norwegian Blue, in the café, or anywhere else in India the whole time I was there (Though, when standing on a street corner in Mumbai, a bear in chains did walk by within a couple of feet of me nobody batted an eyelid, as if this were the most natural thing in the world).
But I digress!
However, I do remember a German guy who was in a room next to mine in a guest house, who had a frightful time, and very nearly became an ex-parrot. Periodically I would hear loud exclamations of schweinhund! which would be immediately followed by sounds of the most ghastly anal explosions. This went on for some days.
I did have a brief episode myself (One must, at least once, because its traditional!), and this was swiftly remedied when some Konkani speaking friends gave me local medicine. The churning stomach stopped within minutes.
I dont remember the water in the well at the guest house being treated, by either ancient or modern means (This is sad attempt to keep this post on topic) to make it safe to use, but I do remember the turtle that was living in it!
Best regards,
Paul.