The plane landed in Santiago de Chile, nearly twelve thousand kilometres from home, where I was greeted warmly with an array of various taxes and fees plus some searches for drugs and bombs, none that thankfully required the rubber glove. After I got to the hostel, I was keen to try the local food, so ventured into the city to see what was around. The first empanada shop I found reminded me of a government health warning advertisement for hygiene ("If you see hygiene standards like this....please phone the following number now"), but there was plenty of people in there so it couldn´t be that bad. I was quickly served, and even though close visual inspection didn´t tell me what was in it, the empanada was awesome! I wanted to seem local, so as I walked
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