We were on a bus somewhere in Peru.
The bus had stopped at one of the countless small towns and we were greeted by squawking bell-shaped women hawking strange foodstuffs.
We had just left from Arequipa, a large regional capital in the southern part of the country, and were all fighting a range of stomach ailments. Cipro? Check. Immodium? Check. Valium? Check.
Nevertheless, we were hungry.
We thought about buying something from a woman who seemed to be rather popular. That is until we saw someone pay a few soles in exchange for a confusion of bread and strange vegetables with bright red crab (?) legs sticking out out of the sides.
Considering we were in the middle of a high desert, we passed on the crab sandwich.