How to Travel Well with IBS

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Several years ago, while driving through Verona with my husband, the ‘urge’ struck. We were stuck down a tiny alley (damn satnav) behind a rubbish truck that really didn’t understand my predicament. Looking down each side street desperate for a café or hotel that I could dash to. Then out of the early morning sun came a small café bar. Before my husband realised what was happening, I’d opened the door of our slowly moving car, leapt out…