“Pit” stop in Curacao

Seated on 11D KLM flight 0744, 11pm Lima time. Five hours have passed since the journey started and the captain decided to take a detour to drop a passenger to the hospital. I saw her fading for the first time about half an hour after the flight departed. For a moment I thought everything will be fine soon and it was only a kind of altitude sickness. However, half an hour later, the flight attendants called for doctors from the passengers. Now, this is serious. They took about one hour to request for professional medical assistance while the young lady couldn't even stand on her feet. Curiously, I was reading the insurance card I got for this trip, which only serves me when am overseas. Interesting also, how I chose this seat instead of the 24B I was assigned at the beginning. As I heard once, it is a contagious thing, so no long after the fading, another passenger, a lady again, was feeling sick and oxygen was brought to her. Now I am just watching everybody around, smells are strong (yuck), it is about 32 Celsius outside, people are talking about the incidents in different languages, French on my left, Italian on the right, Vask (?) behind me, while a Peruvian lady is sleeping with her mouth wide open. I would love to steal her newspaper as they only allowed me to pick one and I picked “USA Today”...wrong choice.

Living...no, eating in Cusco

A month has passed since I moved to the world's "belly button". Cusco, the center of the world, is a magical city. There are many reasons to love it and one of them is the constant feeling that almost everybody there is on holidays. Cusco's economy is based on tourism, no doubts. Despite this, it still surprises me how bad client service could be in some restaurants. A shame, a third visit to “El Molino” on Plateros street turn into a sour experience when the cook said he was busy cooking and could not give us a soda, after waiting for a second pizza replacing the one he burnt, and then the waiter had a bad reaction when we paid a S/. 40+ bill with S/.100. We promised never to go back and we haven't. Oh well, now the good news: My best place for breakfast: Cafeteria Los Reyes on Saphi street (continuation of Plateros), run by a lovely couple, Bertha and Cristobal. Our first two weeks we enjoyed a variety of breakfasts but the best one was the muesli, with different fruits and grapes, totally delicious. The best soup, also on Plateros, first restaurant on the left, next to an alpaca shop...can't remember the name. Fried chicken (pollo a la brasa), maybe not the best, but good enough, can be found just in front.
There are many expensive restaurants at Plaza de Armas where I haven't gone to yet. I really enjoyed the lemon pie of Trotamundos cafe but was not impressed by its gringo-oriented menu. The place is packed with foreigners at lunch and dinner. For freshly squeezed juices, nothing like the market “San Pedro”. Particularly on third row second post. Make sure to ask for orange juice in the mixed juice, otherwise you will get a watery one.
Gosh, enough of food memories, I feel hungry now and am stucked with 300 people in Curacao for a detour on our way to Amsterdam...