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Buzzing Bogota

Bogota….is unbelievably huge! That was the first we found out and after nearly jumping off at the wrong bus terminal at 5 in the morning it fortunately took another 2 hours to get to the right one and saved us lots of time in the dark and cold watching our bags and argueing with each other about the shitty early time. The taxi into town was fairly easy (we just had to bash some elbows to the left and right and pull angry faces when some cheeky people tried to get to the front pretending they had someone old or very young with them). Our hostel had a 8am check in which seemed to be the best thing ever when we arrived….time for a nap!!! Later that day we started exploring Bogotas old town and found a busy, loud, but also interesting city with great little stalls that sells fruits and juices of all kind, cakes, biscuits , coffee and hot chocolate in which you dip a cheesy bun (unexpectedly good!!!). The old town is as usual full with cobbled stones and colonial style houses and little bars, shops and street sellers. The next days we went up to the Monserrat (the obligatory South American town cable car) and the view gives you an idea of how huge this city is. Rob caught a nasty red neck and face that day and being sunburnt I treated him to some take away Pizza and a good old Roger Moore James Bond…what a life saver!!!! All this obviously led to a fresh Rob the next morning that was even willing to go shopping with me (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). He was a good break though for not smashing out the money as you can buy everything for pretty much nothing…which is just more than tempting! I kept it down to one item thinking that Rob probably wouldn t be willing carrying any of my stuff around and we walked around a bit more and just enjoyed town. As we hadn t seen any of Bogotas night life yet we decided to head for a few drinks with some other guys out of the hostel and had a cheap and great night out….having said that all of us were missing the 24 hour MCDs at the end though as not being in the Gringo part of town means everything shut a little earlier. The day after we decided it was time to do something and headed up to Zipaquira which is a little town about 50 km north of Bogota….yes 50km….so 3 hours on the bus and one cheeky nasty taxi driver being pissed off we got there and headed up to the main reason we came. The Salt Cathedral. It s hidden in an old Salt mine and has several halls, crosses and areas to see and even though our tour was in Spanish it was worth coming up and a lovely day trip. That als deserved a few more beers in the evening and a rather weird last night in the hostel as the water pipe had broken and the the nightstaff slept like a hedgehog in winter and didn t open the door for 30 mins. All in all happy we managed to ring home the day we left and then flew out to Cartagena.

Posted by PEANUTSONTHERUN 17:04

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