Cusco - Swine´s Fine

Now here is the hypothesis. Due to the altitude in Cusco and after 3 days of intensive experimentation under lab conditions I hypothesise that every pint of beer consumed at altitude is worth two at sea level. Four beers have really knocked me sideways at the rarified heights of 3,300 metres here in Cusco. It really feels like I´ve been on a eight pinter pub crawl (a double COLIN for those in the know) the next morning. The good thing, just like elite atheletes, all this altitude training should see a marked improvement next time I´m back in London and the beers are flowing. I would expect to cruise through the four pint mark with relative ease and feel no after effects the morning after.

Tonights speciality was a peruvian claypot. Lovely tender pieces of pork in a spicy sauce which wasn´t too different from a Rogan Josh on the Spice Index. (I´m sure I don´t have to go into great depths on the ´hierarchy of curry´). Port was served with chica de jora, onions and spices according to the menu. I´m sure when I check a jar a Pateks Rojan josh sauce in Tescos next time I will see exactly the same ingredients mentioned.