My scariest flight, which was also a bit fun now that it is over, was down in Peru. The flight from Lima to Cuzco. It was on an old 737-200, which was missing a few pieces of the interior, with the insulation showing on, and a few wires as well. Cuzco is over 8,000 feet high in the Andes, and boy can those pilots fly. They fly almost like a small plane, tightly banking the corners through the mountains, and all of a sudden dropping down and landing. What a ride...