Big City Nights

Trip Start Sep 15, 2008
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Trip End Jan 01, 2009


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Thursday, October 2, 2008

We said good bye to Tanya, our German friend, as she heads to Ecuador and we head north east to the capital city of Bogota.  We are sure our paths will cross again soon, maybe even while on this trip.
 
The bus ride to Bogotá was painfully slow.  Half way through the journey there was an accident which delayed us.  The bus stopped at a roadside restaurant.  After realizing they only had 2 choices on the menu we chose the safer looking one.  The soup looked like chicken skin.  Just to be safe Charis didn´t touch it.  Arik ate the entire thing.  In Bogotá a Columbian we met explained it was cow stomach.   This is one of those experiences that made us wish we did the Spanish courses before we left...Ah well once more experience to the list.
 
Once in Bogotá we checked into the Platypus Hostel.  We had heard good things and the place lived up to our expectations.  Our first conversation with German (pronounced Herman, who is German) went something like this.
German:  Hey guys, want some free beer
Us: Yes.
 
We are staying right in the centre of Bogotá, which is supposed to be the most dangerous part, but we made it out unscathed.  The area is really popular with students and artists and it shows - lots of decorated houses and cool graffiti.
 
Our first full day in town we did a little shopping for gifts and ourselves.  One of the shopping areas we went to could have just as easily been in southern California with ornate walk ways and high-end stores.
 
Next on the list was a trip above Bogotá in a cable car for a nice view.  We headed up just before sunset and stayed until the city lights were bright below.  Even at 700m above Bogotá you could still hear the city hum.  Pretty cool. 
 
That night we decided to checkout El Cha Cha, on the 41st floor of a random high-rise.  Similar to the Voodoo Lounge in Vegas, but 1/10th the price.  We met a young unemployed Investment Banker from New York looking for work in South America and his Colombia girl friend with a Scottish accent (she lived in Scotland for a year - still pretty funny to hear).  Geoff, the IB confirmed the ridiculous hours he worked in NY, sometimes 100+ hours per week.
 
The next day we took a day trip to a nearby town to see an underground cathedral, made from a converted salt mine. 
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