

Salta, Argentina
Our flights happened fine with only a little drama. We grabbed something to eat since we were early for our flight, and in typical South American fashion, waited ridiculously long for Sierras soup. We weren't concerned until they were convinced that I had a jackknife in my backpack. We insisted, no, no knife! In the end I remembered that I had a cheap multitool with pliers, a screwdriver, and miniature scissors. By then we were stressed! He was trying to explain ...