It's a bad thing when the first thing you think of when you're flying through the Andes is that movie Alive! about the soccer team. (I hope I brought along enough Clif bars to nourish the survivors in a "worst case scenario").
...but I digress. It's like really early in the morning (woke up at 4:00 AM) to catch a hop to Buenos Aires. Since I have meetings with customers the second I land, I'm flying in a suit. I'm not sure how these business guys do it, but it's really not comfortable.