Destination Two: Friendly Skies Over Peru

Interjet flight 2890 to Lima isn't packed with bookish lesbian hikers like the plane from Missoula to Salt Lake was or prudish mormon elders like the plane from there to Mexico was. These faces are browner and happier - as I'll soon be. The girls in boots and guys in suits have been replaced by smooching couples, nursing moms, and doting dads. Latino love is in the air - and so am I.

Goodbye gringo misery and hello South American food and music, peoples and places, spirituality and sensuality. There may be a problem with sensuality though. Airport security seized my shampoo, mouthwash, and shaving cream, but overlooked my straight razor, so I'm armed to kill but not to love. Oh, the irony! Our world is getting tough on terrorists, but it has always been hard on romantics.

Twisted Vagabondage Tale From An Airplane

All Aboard If You're Coming

You’re pissed off, I can tell. But then you’re always tense when we travel. I don’t know why—I do most of the work. (I suspect fear of flying, though I know better than to ever suggest that.) You’re normally so easy-going, but as soon as you get on an airplane, every little thing sets you off. No business class upgrades are available. Our seats are too close to the video screen. You’ve already seen both of the movies. Someone did half the crossword puzzle in the in-flight magazine. They don’t have your favorite soft drink. They don’t give out peanuts or pretzels anymore. First the cabin was too hot. Now it’s too cold.