I too got my worst bout of food poisoning ever at the Eco (was it Echo). I ate lunch on a Saturday, got home on Sunday morning, started to feel queasy by Sunday night and by Monday morning was utterly moribund. I couldnt move further from my bed than the bathroom. A friend summoned a local doctor (I had always maintained my connection with my GP at my family home as I had stupidly thought if I was ever ill I would go home), he turned up within an hour or so of being called and took my situation entirely seriously, all manner of horrible tests followed but medication, bed rest and no food for several days cured the problem. I lost several pounds in weight in a week - not the ideal diet.

i remember Lagos having breakfast in the Heaven away from Heaven hotel and a man spraying the whole room. It was like a heavy mist descending on my eggs and bacon. Other guests didnt seem to mind but I put my hands over the plate to shield it from the spray.

I came back from Hong Kong once to Bombay and thought i had food poisoning but when I arrived the doctor said it was appendacitus and so i was taken to hospital with a fever of 104 degrees.
I can only remember a man coming into my room with a tray of shaving cream and a brush and i thought "Oh my God" he is going to prepare me for the operation
To my relief a nurse followed and the man left the room.

Prior to this visit I had just seen "The Birds" Alfred Hitchock film. Three days later I had my french windows open as it was very hot and all of sudden 5 or 6 crows flew in and started eat my lunch from the tray I was petrified.

In Bombay in those days there was prohibition so no alcohol anyway. My appendix sat on a mantlepiece in my room in a bottle and when the crew came in to visit me I mentioned it so they could see what it looked like. They were so disinterested until I told them it was pickles in Alcolhol.

I also had an accident in Switzerland . I tell people i was skiing down a black run but I was stationary at the time.

Two main ligaments broken and three days later in the hospital the ambulance driver came in wrapped me up in a blanket and took me to his car and drove off into the mountains. I didnt speak French so wondered what was going to happen. Thirty minutes later we arrived at a lovely chalet and the door opened and there was the drivers wife and two children who had invited me to new years dinner/
My body is like a geographic magazine Hospital, Bombay, Switzerland, Hong kong
Africa. Mmmmmm Africa thats another story

There was a time when the flight crew had a five day stopover
and we stayed a place called the Durbar anyone remember that?
Huge place with no one staying there. It was rumoured it had been built as a conference centre but I never new if it was true.
I think later the cabin crew stayed as well.

We(Cabin crew) did stay there Mike. If you Google (odd verb, but now a reality!) Durbar Lagos, you may see a very different building........Ain't nobody stayed there in a long, long time! I recall getting out of my tree there one night with Russ Brumby, Lex van der Pauw and the skipper (Phil, ex 1-11 training Capt I think, I can't recall his surname!!)It was a 747 replacement flight and we'd all been called out.The hotel had something of an unfinished feel to it I recall!

Phil Taylor was the skipper - great guy!!

He used to go to the reunions but I have not seen him lately