I recently had a rather long holiday in Asia which I love for so many reasons, but number one has to be the food. The curries, the seafood, the spices, the fragrances, the variety, I love it all. What I also love is that I was able to eat to hearts content, and then, HUZZAH! Along comes 'the upset stomach'. Its like ying and yang, John and Yoko, Clegg and Cameron; balance is restored! I am feasting, yet I have a flat stomach. If it wasn't for the hourly toilet trips, I would think it was a miracle!
There was only one difference on this holiday - Oreos. I only ate them twice on holiday and here's what happened:
Oreo destrcution scene 1
I'm sitting on a sunlounger inspecting my tan lines and simulatenously overly labouring the whole point of oreo consumption. CRACK! The solid wood sunloungers legs actually snap clean off and I'm flung, rolling off backwards, limbs akimbo. By far, my most ungraceful dismount from a sunlounger in my 28 year history.
Orea destruction scene 2 (some days later)
Having just finshed off a couple oreos on the beach I decide to go for a toddle in the sea. I hitch my lilo up under my arm and go striding off down the beach to find a good spot for loafing. Gingerly, I mount said lilo in the sea and then pfffweeeeeeeeeeeee. Ah, that'll be my lilo bursting and slowly deflating in the midle of the ocean then. Brilliant. I have to swim back in with this poor excuse of a lilo, and drag it back up the beach, whist Vietnamese natives actually point at me and laugh.
