Thankfully, I have largely been spared having the trots bar one or two occasions over the years of traveling to some very dodgy places. But, to be honest, I was giggling like a demented kid when I read your post.
My Maternal grandmother from French Huguenot stock believed in the healing properties of warmed brandy if one is queasy. And I milked this on one occasion.
I had to travel to Tbilisi from Tashkent, and then, the only way of doing this was to fly via Moscow and spend the night. I checked in, and on board, was hoofed out of my allocated seat up front and directed to the back. We stopped in Samarkand, had to get off for an hour, then were allowed back on board. At this stage, I was allowed to sit in my allocated seat.
When the meal service started, I was told that not enough First Class meals were loaded and I was given some chicken meal from way back when, but, being rather hungry, I scoffed it thinking that the spice was a bit odd.........
Well, got to my hotel and did the obligatory Red Square visit, even phoning home to brag being the first member of the family to visit Moscow. Got back to the hotel, booked a table for dinner and went for a shower. Well, then the chicken started to turn most foul..........
Needless to say, the pricey linen and extra firm mattress hardly got used that night. When the alarm went off, I managed to stomach some black, sweet tea and get to the airport. By then, things had settled down, and in the lounge, I found the Mother lode - bottles of Cognac. Remembering Grannies' sage advice I had a few shots and started feeling better.
Managed to pour myself onto the Aeroflot aircraft and marveled at the wooden tray and cast iron seat frames - I do not even recall which Soviet era aircraft this was. All I recall was that every time the trolley came past I helped myself to several mini bottles of brandy - Martel - that I remember.
Needless to say, by the time we landed in Tbilisi, I was cooked, with a few spare miniatures in my hand luggage, well, for medicinal purposes.
Got to the Sheraton Hotel, and passed out for a few hours, and whatever that foul fowl had passed on, had by now, either passed through or died an alcoholic death. Thanks for the advice Granny. !!!!!!!