Unloading onions and other cargo at the dock in Puerto Ayora. I don't know what sort of onion is in the bags pictured here, but the same day there appeared on the Flamingo I the sweetest white onions I have ever had. They had no bite at all --- the word that you might use is "milder" but they had loads of onion flavor, just no pungency. You could eat them raw in chunks and I did. All the goodness and none of the S-propenyl-L-cysteine sulfoxide aftertaste! I am looking for those onions now. Sigona's in Stanford Shopping center offered some onions last week called "Poppa's Sweets" from Peru, with that STUPID little product code on the STUPID permanent plastic sticker of "4166" but it wasn't close, let alone meriting of a cigar; "Poppa's Sweets" is just an ordinary sweet onion along the lines of Walla Walla, Maui, and Vidalia. Holy crap, there is now someone who collects fruit labels.