It was most likely that chutney at Mumbai’s Terminal 2 that did the trick. A miserable first leg ensued, with nausea and cold sweats dominating, and not a wink of shut-eye as a result. While in transit at Bangkok’s Suvarnabhumi, a little sleep was made up for, but having starved myself for the better part of a fairly lengthy travel day, I was glad to be walking up that flight of steps, into the warm embrace of an Izakaya-style bar. Skewers of enoki mushroom wrapped in pork belly were hurriedly summoned, along with a pint of Terra to wash it all down. A fairly audacious order, no doubt, given the fragile state of my stomach. Thankfully, I survived.
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