16.12.2011 - 18.12.2011
nb I just re typed this. I'm doing it all on my iPhone. It's hopeless for editing. Bits get missed out.
We fly into bogota, we arrive quite late. Jump in a cab and head to Calle 100. North of the city. Mauricio is waiting for us. He's very kindly given us his bedroom for the weekend. Off to bed.
We wake up early as were staying on a main road and it bloody noisy. We get ourselves together and head into town by foot. Down Carrera 11 which has been on the TV. Bogota is plagued by flooding and crappy roads. Whole sections of carerra 11 are submerged in water. There is more serious flooding in some areas Because as I learn later, the houses are built on flood plains without planning permission. It's heart breaking and no easy solution for 1000's of people. I'm really sad about this. I don't understand the politics, and why this has happened? But I realize that I'm here doing nice things in an exciting place. It's easy to forget that there are huge socio-economic problems which I won't see, except on the tv.
After an initial wander in the sun and a 'nice' coffee. We head to La Candelaria. The colonial centre. Btw we jump into a cab. 40 mins later we arrive downtown. I like Bogota it reminds me of Rio. We had a glorious morning of sun but now the clouds loom again.
Ajaco Bogota style. OMG. Now this is a dish to write home about. A thick potato and chicken soup. Served with torn chicken beast, chunks of creamy smooth potato, two quarters of corn on the cob. Fat capers. Then sour cream is drizzled over the top. As a side there is steamed rice and a quarter of avocado, so good.
As the weather is turning we decide to head home in a cab. It's Friday late afternoon and we have to get ready for the night. The cab takes the high road around the edge of the city. Bogota sits high 2600m! So the road is virtually carved into the hill side. Favela settlements rise up the steep hillsides to our right. These then give way to luxury high-rises further up the road. Bogota is huge. I only scrape a minor part.
A BIG night out. A few initial shenanigans. Our tickets have mysteriously gone missing? We're nearly out the door when Ric asks me if I have the tickets? I don't have them neither does he! They were left on the desk during the day. We fear the housemaid has thrown them out?! We turn the flat upside down in a mad panic. Nothing. A very stressful start to an amazing night. We eventually concede they have vanished and head to the party anyway, in the hope we can buy on the door. We can! Only another 400,000 pesos. All forgotten after a few beers and excellent night. What a night. I meet some great guys (the other flat mates) who very kindly speak English on my behalf. I love Colombians. Saturday is a write off.
45 minute flight to Medellin to see tio Netto and family.