Stop bitching already!
Aug. 15th, 2005 05:44 pmFeeling sorry for us both, my father sprung for an upgrade to Business Class for the flight to Isla de Pascua (the Chilean name for the island). I believe this is what is known as "Throwing good money after bad," but it did perk up our spirits a bit. The glasses of wine alone were worth it. I love photographing memorable meals, so, here we go:
My dad's meal: Some kind of ham. (The national dish of Chile--well, if it isn't, it should be. I didn't see a collection of food anywhere that didn't have a few slices of ham nearby.) Followed by some kind of beef. (The only meat known as "meat" in Chile.)

What do wussy little vegetarians get in First Class? We double up on the chi-chi appetizers (the ones without ham). It's hard to upset when you're eating brie and cream of artichoke while sitting on a chair that reclines all the way.

Out the window the light strained away into reds and oranges.

Hey, that's not the moon! Look closer (I don't recognize him.)

Once more, without the Vanilla Ice lookin' guy.

My dad's meal: Some kind of ham. (The national dish of Chile--well, if it isn't, it should be. I didn't see a collection of food anywhere that didn't have a few slices of ham nearby.) Followed by some kind of beef. (The only meat known as "meat" in Chile.)

What do wussy little vegetarians get in First Class? We double up on the chi-chi appetizers (the ones without ham). It's hard to upset when you're eating brie and cream of artichoke while sitting on a chair that reclines all the way.

Out the window the light strained away into reds and oranges.

Hey, that's not the moon! Look closer (I don't recognize him.)

Once more, without the Vanilla Ice lookin' guy.

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Date: 2005-08-16 04:51 pm (UTC)