Bogota, giant beers and Lindy
The flight to Bogota eventually happened and thinking that I was a seasoned traveller I shunned the overpriced cabs at the airport and jumped on a bus. An hour later, still on the bus, I started wondering when I should get off. I seemed to be travelling deeper into favella terriotory and made a snap decision that it was then or never. Off I jumped into the middle of Bogotas version of Soweto. The cabs didnt look too pricey from here and I managed to flag one down and he took me to where i should have jumped off the bus, about a 30 min ride back into town.
Got settled into the hostel and spent the next couple of days touring the city and riding up the funicular railway that takes you up one of the mountains surrounding the city. Saturday involved a night on the town and a 3 litre glass of Erdinger, whilst on Sunday I pretended that I didnt have a hangover when Lindy arrived after the mamoth trip from London via Miami. The next few days were occupied by more sightseeing and fortunately no more 3 litre Erdingers.
Our last day was spent travelling to Zipaquiria and visiting the amazing cathedral that the miners built in a salt mine there.
