Montreal to Santiago (transit in Toronto which isn't really worth mentioning)

Poutine is the French Canadian’s national dish. Pronounced in the same way as the former Russian president, the two names are so alike that any attempt of a pun would not be perceived as very original. Anyhow, La Poutine consists of chips and fresh unripened cheddar cheese with a sauce on top of which some say it is not entirely vegetarian. It’s quite delicious though so I decided not to undertake any further investigations into whether it would meet my usually very strict dietary preferences and had myself invited to Montreal’s second best Poutine place by two charming Canadian friends.

The next day, before leaving for Chile I bought a bag of the lovely fresh Poutine cheese lumps, a great (though expensive) alternative to crisps. It is packed on the same day and already tastes bad the day after. Unfortunately, I forgot to eat it (I was really, really tired on the trip) and, fortunately, the Chilean authorities scanning the luggage on arrival for agricultural products did not take notice of it.
From the airport, I took the bus and then the metro to southern Santiago, where my wonderful Couchsurfing host family took care of me with a wholesome lunch and a trip to a little mountain village outside Santiago. Pardon the cliché but I immediately felt at home. Before going to bed I found the fresh cheese bag and put it into the fridge with little faith that it would still be edible. Then I forgot about it.

P.S. The photo shows the main stage of the Montreal Jazz Festival - good music.