Pork supposedly tastes like human flesh ---Add on to the above comment--- While working for CDS Energy, I flew frequently to Paraguray. During one particular, fateful, flight, when just over Bolivia, the pilot announced that we were going to hit turbulence. I didn't think anything of it as I had been on thousands of flights and little bumps and jumps never bothered me. The seat belt light came on and I had only just buckled up when I heard a loud boom. I pushed open my window shade only to see a fire-encased engine. The plane lost altitude rapidly and we crashed into a dense rain forest. Most of the people on the plane were killed instantly except for myself and a few others. I, along with most of the other survivors, had minor scrapes and bruises. The most serious was a young man with a badly broken leg. The front of the plane had been destroyed, so there was no chance of using the radio for help. We were going to have to walk out of the jungle. A few of the survivors made a stretcher out of materials from the plane and jungle. On the fourth day of walking, we encountered people native to the area. They were too simple to understand our more complex language, but they liked the look of different trinkets we each wore. After some bartering, we seemed to reach an agreement for them to lead us out of the jungle. Later that day, we came upon their encampment. To our horror, discarded bones could be seen lying on the ground in small piles. I realized that the bones belonged not only to different jungle animals, but to human beings as well. That night, they killed and ate the man with the broken leg. We could do nothing but watch with screams of abject terror as they cooked him alive in an open fire in the middle of a clearing. Over the next few weeks, one by one, survivors were taken to meet their grizzly end. Eventually, only three remained. We decided that no matter the risk, we must attempt escape or we would most certainly be killed. One night, we managed to overpower the guards as they came to feed us. I ran into the hut from which they had retrieved our food. I thought that perhaps they would have some sort of primitive cutting tool that I could attempt to use as a weapon. My comrades in arms scattered with the same objective in mind. To my horror, I found the cooked corpse of the last victim. She had bits and pieces missing from her body. I realized then that the food they had been feeding us for weeks was human flesh. Horrified, I ran into the jungle alone. As I was making my way through the jungle, I lost my footing and fell down a steep incline, only to end up in a fast flowing river. I managed to grab a sturdy piece of wood and floated down the river. Eventually, I was able to catch the attention of some fishermen. They rescued me and took me to their small village. I was going to be alright.

Anyway, human flesh does in fact taste like pork, but it's a bit more sweet.