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...The capital is the 4th (or 8th) largest city in south america with 7.6 million people and at 2600m above see level, on a plateau encircled by the Andean Mountains, it get has a pretty unstable clima. The weather (a topic which is always used when no other comes to mind) changes here dramatically from hot to cold, wet to dry and it always gets chilly at night.
Staying at our hostel which was heavily visited by Americans and Australians we quickly found out why this city was so appealing to many tourists. Most people would wake up at 4pm take a line to get them going and then start drinking. At midnight most would leave after another few lines towards a disco and return around 8-10am the following day. After waiting for the coke to wear off, they would then sleep till noon to repeat the same procedure again. Most of the discussions were then based on which Colombian girl they got, and how it all happened. Most people in our hostel had been there for over 5 weeks.
Diana and I were determined to find out what else could be done in this city. So the next day we visited the police museum. Not bad, a few items from Pablo Escoba and a few foreign uniforms, nothing to impressive though. We then walked around the old city, and looked at some nice buildings. Again, nothing mind blowing, or something we haven't seen before.
So I guess there wasn't much to do here. We still had the gold museum and a walk up the mountain to have a panoramic view of the city, but this was supposed to be for another day.
Our problem was, that my credit card had been canceled by my bank due to new E.U safety regulations, and they sent me a new one back home. Not good when you are on the other side of the world. Martin had sent this to a friend-friends of Diana who is Colombian and lives in Bogota, but it had not yet arrived being christmas and/or clombia. So our money was limited and leaving and returning Bogota was not in our budget.
The next day was Saturday, and as we had a TV it was football day. YES. Just don't know why Man City vs. Sunderland is a bigger game than Arsenal vs. HUll or something like that....Guess it only takes a rich guy to propel you to the big club status.
Another day and nothing had arrived.
We then got a message from Martha, the Colombian girl that a envelope had arrived along with a parcel. Perfect this must be the credit card and another package we were awaiting. Meeting Martha was fun and another great example of how welcoming the Colombians can be. We had lunch together which she cocked and then just sat around chatting. Unfortunately Martha had her appendix removed the week before and could not walk much.
The other dissapointing part being that the parcels we got were not the awaited credit card, but a Christmas card and Christmas present from mum. Diana sent her the addresse. Thanks mum, was very nice getting something, but understand the mixed feelings :) Cant wait to use the new thick wolly walking socks in central america with average temps. of around 30 degress :)
Time was running out as we wanted to be in Santa Marta for Xmas, but without the credit card we were going nowhere.
The following days we spent visiting the "Museum of Gold", where hundreds of different items from pre-columbian tribes were on display, and with mooching around Bogota looking at this and that.
The days were becoming rather boring, and we had just decided to use the emergeny Maestro card, top it up with some money and head off to the coast the next day with a cheap flight, as Martha wrote us telling us that a parcel and letter have arrived. YES!!!
Our luck being that the parcel contained something which had to be taxed, therefor delaying the delivery for another day (it turned out later to be rolling tabaco, which was Dianas christmas present for me). Shit, this meant we had to come all the way back to Bogota after Xmas and the new year. But we did have the credit card now....
The next day it was off to the airport to fly to Santa Marta and into the heat of the caribbean sun...

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