I ate fish on a plane. Not wise. After spending a week in India only drinking bottled water and eating Cliff bars, I was so hungry I tempted fate and took a bite of the offered meal on my Emirates flight out of India. After 2 bites, common sense took over and I put down the fork. Facing 2 long flights to get to Munich from Hyderabad, I couldn’t afford to be sick so all eating airplane food had to cease. Too risky. But with an aching back, I did order up an OJ with a side of whiskey to loosen up my muscles. Starving but wise I am and 5 pounds lighter too.
Life on the road with a weak stomach is a challenge. First, I have to pack enough food to last me and scads of Imodium. Cliff bars are heavy thus the aching back from my backpack full of snacks. Then, you have to get used to explaining to everyone inviting you to eat that you just can’t partake and try not to share too many medical details but just enough to get them to stop pushing food on you even though they are just trying to be hospitable. Socially it’s awkward at best to tag along with those of strong stomachs as they go to the “hot” restaurants and sample the local cuisine and you can’t join in. I have to keep explaining that it all looks delicious so as not to offend our hosts. But, no thank you, if I eat the lamb curry and lentils, I’ll die.
Unfortunately, one of our team members did partake and felt like dying for at least a day. She tempted fate and lost. Checking on her and sending up Gatorade and antacids, we all knew it could happen to any of us. Nothing worse than being on the road and getting ill. No one to hold your head as you puke your guts out or get the hotel doctor for a house call. Luckily, she recovered in time to fly home.
Okay, besides Cliff bars I did happen to sample wine in every city including a nice Chateau St. Michelle Syrah in Delhi. I certainly eyed the morning breakfast buffets at the hotels as they were over-the-top with offerings from all around the world. Thom would have gorged himself had he accompanied me. He likes a good buffet. One day I did go down and got a plain waffle. Very boring but it was hot and delicious.
The work cafeterias offered a wide variety of options daily from Indian cuisine to Subway. Since the locals eat with their hands, there are washing stations for easy clean up. Ice cream is a big hit too and necessary to cleanse the palate after a hot and spicy meal. The coffee cart was interesting with delicious (I’m told) boiled sugar cane sweetened drinks served in small clay pots (biodegradable). The barista was kind enough to just give me one of the little cups to take home as a souvenir.
Now I’m off to Germany where I will try not to gain back the 5 pounds when I grab a pretzel or two.