Allergic to nuts?

A group of children see the Canadian backpacker on his way to the Ollantaytambo train station. He wants to purchase the ticket that can take him to Machupicchu.

“Good morning,” choir the children.

“Good afternoon,” says the Canadian while checking his Rolex.

They agree on the time difference.

“Good afternoon.”

“How are you?” asks the oldest.

“I’m very well, thank you for asking.”

The children like to practice their language skills where the common language in Peru is Spanish.

“Where’s the money?”

“Pardon me?”

“The money?”

They hold their hands for Nuevo Sol.

“You don't work for me, do you?”

The boy offers to carry the backpack, but the Canadian refuses.

“I have to run for the train,” says the Canadian.

“The train leaves hour, you much time,” says the child in broken English.

“Hungry,” says the little one.

The Canadian takes some pictures of the children with his Nikon.

For this privilege, he came to learn, one has to pay at least ten Soles.

After closing the lens he digs in the backpack, feels Planters’ snack packs.

“Are any of you allergic to nuts?”

That must be a Canadian concept.  The snack packs contain a healthy mixture of dried fruit and nuts.

The conversation was worth every word and the children share the treats with great appreciation.       

The Canadian wishes he paid the ten Soles, because there are no snacks for sale on the train and it takes almost an hour and a half to reach Machupicchu...


Photo's courtesy of Intuitive Composition