Food For Thought

What is it with South Americans. In 1972 a planeload of Uraguyans crashed in the Andes. They were rescued after 72 days and it was later discovered that they had been regularly munching on some of their team mates for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Okay, I can understand, somewhat, that there is a need to have food on a regular basis, especially after something as traumatic as a plane crash. You need all of the energy that you can muster just to stay alive. The thought of eating your best friend, though, is tough to comprehend but explainable.

Where I am questioning the dining habits of South Americans is with the following situation.

This week, a plane crashed in Chile, again in the mountains and fortunately most of the passengers survived. The survivors were rescued after 5 days. The only death was the pilot who lost a large amount of blood and was not able to survive.

Here is my problem with all of this. One of the survivors was quoted the other day as saying that they, the survivors, discussed eating the pilot.

Okay folks, it was only 5 days! You think you can hold off for a few more days before looking at a dead body and seeing a rump roast. I don't know about you, but the thought of eating someone's thigh slowly roasted over an open pit is a little disturbing to me.

We need to make sure that South American Airlines start to carry extra food on board in the event of a crash landing. These folks get too hungry, way too quickly!!