louise-mankelow:

I needed to get out of Argentina to renew my visa, and as it worked out a friend I met in Buenos Aires was travelling through Peru. We decided to meet up a few days ago in Arica, Chile. The bus to Arica from Jujuy was quite a trip. The bus went through some pretty high altitudes which can make you pretty sick. Luckily for me I had conveniently emptied my intestines completely the previous night, but unfortunately the woman who sat across the isle from me was not so lucky.

Ok, put down your macaroni cheese for a moment…

For a second I thought to myself, is that parmesan I smell? No. Not Parmesan. Then we were all treated to some charming sound affects as the women threw up into a leaky plastic bag, missing a few times of course, and then falling asleep for an hour and a half still holding the dripping bag. The poor guy in front of her hadn’t realised that there was vomit all over the floor and it was seeping through his backpack. Why, why, why would you not go in the bathroom or ask the driver to stop? Or even ask if there is somewhere you could deposit the vomit bag? Ok, sorry about that. I bet you feel like you were there for that.