Food

We have been incredibly lucky finding beautiful accommodations, -- except for the backpackers hotel in Auckland, which was clean and neat enough, but germaphobia kept me from taking a shower until we got to a real hotel -- and the food has been good too.

Good but strange.

Whatever possessed us to eat in a place named Montezuma’s Revenge?!

I’m pretty sure I only consumed liquids the last time I was in Mexico, so it’s possible the food that passes for Mexican in the United States is really some Gringo aberration, though we are at least on the same continent, but I’m pretty sure a chicken burrito containing mashed potatoes and almonds is not terribly authentic.


What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.

-- Lucretius