I made it for six months

Which is a lot more than most folks can say without lying. But even the mighty must fall, if only for about four hours, kneeling at that great porcelain god in the middle of the night.

It only takes one prawn.

But I regrouped, regained my land legs, and got in the car for the trip to Pondicherry the very next morning. Never let a bad prawn get you down. And if it gets you down, fer'crise'sake, don't let it keep you down.

I shake my fist at the prawn!

That said. Food poisoning sucks.