I've been accused of not being amenable to local cuisine, or fresh cuisine of any sort. But I offer this as Exhibit A in evidence of my daring palate. You see here a container not of quotidian, stateside sour-cream-and-onion Pringles, but a quite Latin American package of Kryspos -- that's Kryzpo with a "K." If you investigate I think you'll find not a single k in the entire word "Pringles."
And what's up with the Dreams Casino in Punta Arenas. Sure, it's on the (quite frigid) beach, but there appears to be no moat of water around the thing. The people here must be loco.
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