The Joys of Dining Abroad

I made a big mistake last night. I had no idea what kind of mistake I was making until it was too late. I thought I could be safe just sticking to the basics, but here in Peru, dining comes with no insurance.

I ordered pizza.

I know, I know- I should have gone out for a "cultural experience" but I was kind of tired and figured I could be cultural for my next meal. So I ordered a cheese pizza from Marinos for about s/ 30 (or 10 bucks). I was filled with anticipation and finally the pizza came.

It all went downhill from there.

My pizza (luckily) came with a small plastic bag of mayonnaise and some hot sauce. Someone at the pizza place forgot the sauce under the cheese but they did manage to send a few hairs along with the order (thankfully). I got full after a slice and found a granola bar I had brought along.

On a happier note, I did get the joy of trying sugar cane. This was probably one of the most satisfying experiences of my young life until the woman who sold it to me attempted to sell me donkey milk. You know, there are things that one really has no desire to ever sample (snails, ants, octopus) and I think donkey milk is on definitely on the top 10 of that list.

Perhaps it is the altitude, but since the pizza and donkey milk experiences, my appetite has hardly been what it once was. What I wouldn´t give for a good ól Pizza Hut experience.