Having suffered a bad case, mine was not Delhi-belly, but the equivalent, in Madras (today's Chennai) - I had to suffer a flight from Madras, to Bombay, to Bahrain then Frankfurt, logging more time on the toilet seat than the LHS, then a horrible night in a hotel, again, more on my toilet than in my bed, then a positioning flight to base, JFK, and finally, dead tired return home to LAX.
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Arriving home in Los Angeles, I went to a hospital facility. The MD on duty did not know how to handle me. He finally directed me to another MD's practice, a certain Dr. Patel... (oh... Patel, Indian name... who was specialist of tropical diseases).
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I got cured within 2 days or so, thanks to that MD... I remember what he told me as well - "When you get sick overseas, see a specialist
there immediately. Do not wait for your return for medical help at home... They can handle you better on location, and they know what kind of ailment you are likely to have..." -
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Is that not true...? Clearly it is true.
Too many people of the "first world" distrust supposedly "Witch Doctors" from other nations, yet, they are the most likely to know how to treat someone who contracted some disease in their country.
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I never got sick again, overseas. Yet, when there, I often try "local food" even from street vendors. You are more likely to be sick eating a badly cooked hamburger than a local specialty, which these people know how to prepare perfectly. If the local folks eat it... must be good...
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I never eat uncooked things "rinsed" with water, i.e. salads. And I go to the extreme of not even brushing my teeth unless using my bottle water taken from the airplane. To make you laugh, I even once have brushed my teeth with the contents of a bottle of Heineken...
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Colgate tastes strange with beer. Who gives a damned. Rince with whisky. Johhnie Walker is good antiseptic.
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Happy contrails