Look at all that water flowing into one of the rivers of Dhaka.
When my family and I went to Bangladesh back in 1995, we weren't as cautious about what we ate and drank as we should've. Remember, Bangladesh is a still-developing country, and its water system isn't exactly all that great. So, we all got very sick at various times, being shuttled back and forth between various doctors because our immune system, to used to the American way, couldn't handle the Bengali way.
This time, my dad, after making sure we all had our shots, made sure that we drank nothing but either bottled water that we could trust (because who knows what people put in bottles, slap a label on it and call it "safe") and cooled, boiled water. Our dishes were even washed in boiled water and we didn't drink water at other peoples' houses if they didn't know our requirements.
I talked to Rob about this yesterday and he told me about the first time he visited Pakistan. He went with two "germaphobes" (his word), a doctor and someone else I can't remember right now. They'd wash their hands and scrub down everything, in fears of catching something horrible. This got on Rob's nerves so one day while they were eating in a restaurant, Rob ordered an entire pitcher of tap water and drank it by himself. He was later rewarded with amoebic dysentery.
Imagine drinking that.
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