I have a friend who after graduating from Law School spent a year body surfing around the world before he got to work. His fiance joined him for a few months of it and she tells the story of the holes in the ground that are hillarious now. There was one point where they had not eaten in several days and finally found a hole in the wall place one night that served soup. He realized it was cockroach soup, but would not tell her, becuase they needed nourishment and she was already getting really sick. Then she had to use the bathroom and they sent her to the stumps outside, and told her to be sure to stand on them and watch out for the rocket pigs. It was dark, but as soon as it hit the floor, the pigs came from nowhere and ate the droppings. She STILL married him after months of these types of experiences.
Yeah, I expect that cockroach soup wouldn't stay long in your system.
As horrible as this may sound, it still has a romantic ping to it!