Flight 1009 landed in Bogota at 5am. And since it's hard to sleep with one's knees in one's chin- thank you cheap seats on the airplane-We left our ability to think back in Houston and decided to get a nap in before setting off on our first adventure. Around 11 we rolled out of bed and decided to orientate ourselves with the city. The receptionist at the hostel suggested that we climb Monserrate which is something between a hill and a mountain with a church and quaint village at the summit. There are two options for getting to the top. The first of which is to ride in a cable car. The second is to climb 2,315m worth of stairs. Our receptionist promised a leisurely climb to the top with a nice restaurant that we could eat at while we enjoyed the view of the whole of Bogota, a wonderful first day activity. What the receptionist did not take into account was the fact that 2,315m up steep stairs is not actually a leisurely climb
. Also that the difference in altitude along with only getting a few hours of sleep and not actually eating anything due to the assurance of a restaurant after said leisurely climb makes for a difficult time for any sort of intense physical activity. But of course we decide to take option two- please take a moment to note that I wore flipflops on this particular adventure. Fast forward an hour and you would find us clinging to the side of the steps, sweating profusely, gasping for breath and questioning the judgement of our friendly receptionist. However after being passed up by an 80 year old man who we later learned was named Miguel, and a batch of kids who we later learned had to climb this particular trail each day to attend school, we decided that we are just in fact very out of shape. We met up with Miguel again at the summit and while he attended church we slipped in the back an prayed that the cable car was in working order so we could make it back down rather than having to roll ourselves down the concrete steps which was really the only other viable option at this point. After seeking out a restaurant to nourish our depleted reserves and finding that both of the restaurants were white table cloth, black tie sort of affairs, and knowing that our flip-flops, yoga pants, and budgets just weren't going to cut it, we headed to the exercise yard to channel a little Jenni phy Ed to prepare for our descent. The metal padlock closing the gate to the yard announced to us that we would have to find a different inspiration before setting off, but fortunately at that point we were also informed that the next cable car left in ten minutes. We bought tickets faster than a kid opens presents on Christmas morning. By four we were wearily climbing back into our beds for the rest of the afternoon. What a way to kick off the trip.