"Speaking of bulls," the doctor said, "I'll never forget Pamplona. A foundation-garment salesman from Puyallup, Wash. was trampled during the running, and we almost lost him. Lockjaw. He'd forgotten to take his tetanus booster."
"Tell me, doctor," my wife said, "is it true the gondolas in Venice are being replaced by outboards?"
"Couldn't say, really," the doctor replied. "You see, I was laid up with dysentery the whole of our stay there. The drinking water. Don't touch it. Also watch out for ice, raw milk, uncooked fruits and vegetables."
"Ah, Oktoberfest in Munich," my wife said, with a sigh. "Christmas in the Tyrol. Skiing at Kitzb�hel."
"Overexertion is the danger in high altitudes," the doctor said. "On our first day in St. Moritz a sewage inspector from Trenton, N.J. had a coronary."
"I'm hoping conditions will allow for an African safari," I said. "What was it Hemingway wrote in The Green Hills?"
"Be sure and take your yellow fever shot," the doctor said. "The disease is endemic throughout much of Africa. The shot is quite simple. One inoculation insures immunization and is valid for six years beginning 10 days after."
"Then to romantic Cairo, the Nile, Shepheard's," my wife said. "Did you view the Sphinx by moonlight, doctor?"
"Yes, but I couldn't enjoy it," the doctor said. "I'd picked up a skin infection from using the pool in a native bathhouse. Take my advice, never swim in unchlorinated pools."
"To me, India epitomizes the East," I said. "The holy Ganges, Moslem fakirs, the timeless beauty of the Taj Mahal—"