The first time I came to Peru, it was the early 90s. I flew with Faucett Airlines.
It was great—one of those old planes, kind of like flying on Air India. But the flight attendants passed out game cards and made everyone on the plane play Bingo. Which was awesome.
Faucett is out of business now.
The second time was only a year later, a trip to Machu Picchu tacked onto a longer trip to the Galapagos. I took AeroPeru.
AeroPeru is out of business now.
This time I flew with American, intent on proving that the previous two incidents were just coincidence.