First night back from Cusco. At least half the expedition team is sick with food poisoning. The other half is partially sick with exhaustion from the long and awesome hike. What no one on the team is, is hungry! None the less, the Logistics Officer makes a horrendous decision to bring the group to an famous Argentinean Parrilla for dinner. What a terrible decision! The error was then compounded: the translation officer either miscommunicated or misjudged the portion sizes, but felt that since the team was 6 in number, ordering the general meat grill for 3 would be sufficient; and then certain team members ordered additional individual entrees from the menu, and in a final, grievous, error, a certain to-be-unnamed team member asked for EXTRA Morcilla Sausage!
The meal that ensued was ridiculous, disgusting, sad and hysterical! The general grill arrived and I counted at least 4 steaks, 4 pork chops, 2 beef hearts, 6-8 sausages, all sorts of other meat products, and to top it all, about 6 of the biggest most disgusting blood sausages I have ever seen! On a good night, after a 100 mile bike ride and not eating all day, with a team of great eaters, we could not have put a dent into this much food. But tonight, with most of the team sick, and no one remotely hungry the whole meal descended into a farce. Two of the sickest team members stormed out in revulsion and disgust, another was so revolted she refused to even talk--this left the three Allens to laugh and laugh and laugh into fitful unending tears. What else could you do when confronted with such a tragedy? Our most expensive meal of the trip, and we eat barely 5percent of it. (though what we did was truly delicious!)
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