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Hi all My name is Mark Robertson, 27 years old from Wellington, New Zealand. I'm off to Bogota, Colombia on 4 March 2008 from Auckland New Zealand, via Buenos Aires. Spending 1 month in Colombia attending a Colombian friend's wedding before backpacking my way from Colombia to Argentina, via Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia over the following 5 months.

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Boys chilling in hammocks, Finca los Grisoles

We caught a long overnight bus at about 8:00pm from Bogota to the coffeelands last night.  Whilst we were waiting for the bus Sam Angry and I went down to the local pub in Puente de Piedra.  The boys played a few songs for the local men who were there and for the only girl in the pub.  We drank and sang and talked with them all and had many laughs.  Its not often that people in Colombian small towns meet kiwis. The colombian people really know how to have a good time.  There was much banter as happens everywhere a group of young guys get together.  By the time we got on the night bus, 6 hours ahead, we were well on our way.  That is once we had found Tony.  Tony is an aussie bloke from Brisbane who is currently working in London.

Puchuru
This boy drinks more than anyone I have ever seen, and adorned in a bright red poncho with a wooden shot glass for aguadiente around his neck, he explains at intermittant occassions in his striney aussie accent, that, hes not much of a drinker, that we are not here for a fucken haircut, nor to fuck spiders.  By this he means that were here to party.  Hes a really nice bloke but the alcohol gets the better of him and he can be a wee bit of a liability at times.  We passed the long bus trip playing guitar, having a few beers, and playing guitar before sleeping the remainder of the journey.  We ended up being parked up at the airport near Armenia for 4 hours waiting on the others to arrive by plane as the plane was delayed and the plane that had landed before had blown a tyre causing a bit of dispruption in flight schedules. 

The rest of the day was wasted messing around in town and on the bus, but we finally made it to our coffeelands estate hotel, Finca los Girasoles. It is pretty and somewhat granduose.  It was nice to have a swim in the pool, talk to the green parrott (Puchuru), in the dining hall who spoke better spanish than me, and generally to relax after the last few days. I tried to study a little spanish today and I hope that I improve quickly once I get to Ecuador.

Tony had had a few
On the bus from Bogota to the Co...
Morning paper in Colombia - a so...
Our room, Finca los Grisoles
Swimming pools, Finca los Grisoles
Boys chilling in hammocks, Finc...
Puchuru
Hector our servant boy and Puchu...
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