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go site It seems rude to talk about dubious sanitation practices, and it makes me want to retract that statement. On the other hand, many, many people who have lived here for a very, very long time have told me that the most dangerous thing in Pakistan is the food. (They usually say this as a way to minimize concerns about terrorists attacks. As in, “Nah…don’t worry about bombings. The most dangerous thing in Pakistan is the food.”)
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source I guess I shouldn’t get too graphic. (Although modesty gets thrown out the window early here. It no longer makes any impression whatsoever when one of my colleagues announces it is their turn to “sit by the door” during the meeting in case they have to run out, emergency-style). But let’s just say that of the many things I thought I would try for the first time upon moving to South Asia, giving a stool sample to a total stranger at the American Embassy was never on that list. Too much information? Well, I did promise you tales about parasites in an early post long ago, when I was still sitting blithely in Boston downing raw, unwashed vegetables by the truckload and not even knowing what activated charcoal is (answer: a pretty handy thing to have around).
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