So all my friends got in, and I had to wait at the bottom and watch a drunk guy vomit on the floor nearby the elevators
. So after talking with seventeen security guards, it was decided that I could get my money back and we finally convinced the guy that all my mates could get their money back well if they wanted to leave. Unfortunately only two would´ve been willing to leave. Instead we tried one last time and a new security guard offered to look at my photocopy and told me to go up. They finally let us in and I had already gotten a refund. I think part of it had to do that it was already 2 am and they closed at 3 am.
The moment I got in, before I could even buy a drink, some colombianos took me and started dancing with me and they all accosted me with their dancing. It was as fine night, very long and I didn´t get to bed until 430 am because it took a long time to get a taxi and he kept going the wrong way. At least he was nice enough to give us a hefty discount because of it.
Right after I arrived in Bogotá I ordered a pizza and shared some with my hostel mates and was able to find out more about the country and their stay here and we also commiserated on the cold climate over here. Its cold here but not as bad as Minnesota, I reckon. So of course, on a saturday night a hostel often goes out to the night clubs, and even though it was my first night over in bogotá it was no exception. So we headed off to André carne de res in the zona rosa. It´s been quite nice to be able to speak spanish to know how to get through allsituations here. And since the night club was reportedly one of the better ones in bogotá it had a cover charge and they checked IDs. And with my new haircut, I look quite young and I tried to convince the door man that I was 27 and I had a photocopy of my passport, but that did not suffice.