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Jan 19th 2007 4:27AM I had mentally prepared myself to be violently, perhaps terminally ill in India. I had met long lines of people - moving in the opposite direction - who told me of my stomach's inevitable collapse in the subcontinent while travelling through the Middle East. But (and I touch wood every time I say it) I've been here two months and not had a problem. Nothing, nada. And I've eaten as much local food as I can find, often finding the best (and best priced) food in the darkest, dirtiest places.
Perhaps my South African penchant for chilly helps ( it's supposed to have anti-bacterial properties?). But maybe, as the article suggests, sticking to what locals eat instead of requiring someone who's never eaten one to produce a hamburger is indeed the safest option.
Jan 18th 2007 9:35AM The exemplar of this must be Istanbul's Four Seasons: another five star hotel built in the prison that Midnight Express made preferable only to hell. Visions of large Turkish men undoing their belts still accost me...
They have, I suppose, painted it a very pretty shade of yellow.
I'm told Oliver Stone apologised for the film. And that the Turkish is really, really bad: the actors were from Syria or Iran because good Turks woulodn't accept the role. True? Or just the rants of an man in Beramkalle?