There is nothing like a food borne illness from raw meat to ruin a trip to new country. We’ve become unusually accustomed to the toilet situation in Asia- the lack of toilet paper, the need to squat in the middle of an open room and the general inability to actually flush your waste. It’s gross. But you know what’s worse: a week of the runs in one of the least developed countries in the world. Laos. Damn you Laos!
Shit happens but it’s not nice.
But you know what is nice: Luang Prabang, a World Heritage site full of temples, novice monks and American standard toilets.
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Is there any connection between the raw meat and moonshine and the runs?