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Hi, in this blog I want to tell the story of two people I saw in the Cusco airport. Well, I smelled them first but then I saw them. This is the story of Chad and Brad. If you’re reading this and have been to Cusco, picture the American males that you see wearing ponchos around the main plaza. The kind with scraggly beards that look like they haven’t showered in four days. The kind of people that talk about being “woke” and “cultured” after their Peruvian visit when all they did on their trip was smoke weed they bought off a man in the street and walk around trying to pick up girls.

Have the picture in your head? Good. That is Brad and Chad. During my time in Cusco I realized that the only people that really wear ponchos are pasty-skinned foreigners. When I was passing through security to go to Lima, I was taking my computer out of my bag to go through the scanner when I smelled body odor. I looked over to see Brad, sporting his prized poncho, open-toed shoes, and a walking stick, arguing with an airport agent. The agent appeared to have taken a bottle of cheap liquor out of the smelly man’s bag

In the worst attempt of speaking Spanish I have ever heard I my life, Brad begs, “Amigo, por favor.” The agent shakes his head and throws the bottle away. Brad storms off, taking his scent with him.

Call me judgmental, but why does one under the age of 70 need a walking stick in the airport? Is it such a journey from the taxi cab to the gate? I guess so. I hope Brad is doing well. I also hope he’s figured out soap by now.