A couple of things on this trip took me back to my youth. Not a place I normally like to go, I am quite happy being and adult. The first had to do with the beds. Neither was very comfortable; they were worn and concave. So I took one of the thin foam mattresses and put it on the floor. This worked well, but I found that with the solid ground just below me I could easily cut off the circulation to my arm if the weight of my head or body were on it. This time I just rolled over in the night. This used to happen to me in a bunk bed I had that was too small. When I was a teenager I would have a recurring nightmare that a boa constrictor was in my bed. I would wake up in a panic only to go into a second panic to find out it was not a snake but my arm which had no feeling and would not move. This always corrected itself in a few minutes, but it always took a while to get back to sleep after that.
The other even was trying the local delicacy, Cuy, which is fried Guiney pig. It had an herb I didn’t like, but the meat, what little there was, was actually good. It was much better than the squirrel I was forced to cook and eat after a friend and I made our first mammalian kill with a sling shot at a scout camp long ago.
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| Cuy and Sarah, quiet the dish. |
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| Not a lot of meat - I didn't realize you were supposed to eat the skin, like at KFC |
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