It was bound to happen – the dreaded traveler’s dysentery.  We had been warned.  It wasn’t if, but when.  Somewhere on our journey, something would infect us.  It could be an innocent glass of water that was not purified, an unsuspecting ice cube, a freshly squeezed juice, expired mayonnaise (they serve it with French fries), spoiled seafood.  Whatever the cause, we wouldn’t be able to prevent the days of stomach cramps, diarrhea,…