Learning Stuff From Primitive Savages

Jack's Cafe may sit on Cuzco's most touristy corner but truly deserves its long line of travelers spilling out into the street. The famous Desayuno Gordo (fat breakfast) is flawless. The scrambled eggs are fluffy; the roasted tomatoes are ripe; the parsley potatoes are crispy; the bacon is fully yet gently cooked; the white beans are succulent; the sourdough toast is yummy; the cafe con leche is strong and foamy.

Only One Situation Justifies Domestic Violence

The Inca-berry-slathered alpaca filet on my plate and the narcotic coca leaves in my teacup can only mean one thing: I'm in Cusco. Sitting cross-legged on a llama pelt at the Blue Alpaca cafe. The steep cobblestone lane outside has Quechua women in bowler hats coming in for the market while tourists head out for nearby Machu Picchu. This recalls local history.

Road Babe Dispatch From Machu Picchu

My first conversation with world trekker and travel journalist Mittie Babette Roger didn't go well. I asked, "Would you like to submit your stuff to me?" She looked disgusted. "What I mean is: would you like to come on my staff?" She slapped me hard. "No!" I protested, "I'm not looking for a relationship. I just hoped you'd occasionally help me get my post up!" After more confusion, she finally understood. Persuading the cops to unhandcuff me, Mittie agreed to give a woman's touch to this blog (only the blog), by sending us regular dispatches from around the globe. Here's one from Peru called I Eat Male Hikers For Breakfast: