Guinea pig - coz when in Peru!

It was suggested to us more than once — “You can’t come to Peru and not try cuy.”
So… in the town of Machu Picchu, that’s exactly what we did.
When it arrived at the table, there was no mistaking what it was. Head still on. Teeth proudly on display. Crispy skin glistening under the lights. No nuggets, no disguise — just the full Peruvian experience staring back at us.
To be fair, the skin was beautifully crisp. The meat? Much fattier than I ever imagined. That surprised me the most. For something that scurries around looking fairly lean, it certainly packs a bit of richness.
I gave it a solid attempt. Chewed thoughtfully. Reflected deeply. Nodded politely.
But… I didn’t finish it.
And that’s okay.
Because travel isn’t just about seeing new places — it’s about stepping outside your comfort zone, even if that comfort zone once involved a childhood pet.
Would I order it again? Probably not.
Am I glad I tried it? Absolutely.
Another tick on the bucket list. Another story for the grandkids????? Another moment where we looked at each other across the table and thought, “Well… this is different.”
Not So Grey Wanderers — still curious, still adventurous… occasionally slightly traumatised. 😄Okumaya devam et