Hotel Dann Carlton Bogota
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
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... needed wait awhile for our flight.
We hurried as fast as we could knowing that all the others on the flight would be trying to rebook their flight, too, and the amount of seats would be limited. We got to the rebooking desk and there were two people in front of us. We checked in and we were able to get on a flight to Bogotá that was again delayed in departing, but we could make it, and we could also make a connection to Cartagena. We took it. The gate ...
... 2) If someone gets their Tejo in the middle of the metal ring they win the round and get 6 points. 3) If someone gets their Tejo in the middle of the metal ring and causes one of the gun powder triangles to explode, they win the round and get 9 points.
To our surprise there was no entry fee to go into the Tejo hall and play. This is because the game is so synonymous with drinking that the owners of the hall make all of their money from the players ...
Big old capital city of 8 million people. Probably the dodgiest feeling place visited in Colombia, lots of drugged up street people begging and heard countless reports of muggings and passport thefts etc.
Visited the Museo de Oro (the Gold Museum) and went up to Montserrat Church which sits perched over Bogota accessible only by Cable Car. Luke had ink to fill his previously naked arm and we partied to celebrate the occasion. ...
... on our own!
We were staying in a hostel in the Candelaria area of the city, where we thought we would meet many other Gringos (backpackers in South America) but we were pleasantly surprised how non-traveler orientated the area was. As it was a Sunday the streets were packed with food and drink stalls including fresh fruit, smoothies, Colombian style wafter pancakes and an array of snacks. The main square was ...
... of his mind, telling us a story about how the police just beat him up and dumped him here. Surely enough, there was dried blood on his neck and collar (about which he said "no manches, guey"). As expected, he offered us cocaine and marijuana, and then asked for money or cigarettes. We proved tough cookies and he stumbled onward.
And here I am now. My feet hurt from soccer, and I'm typing this into a notepad on my phone since the internet in the hostel is flakey-flakemaster. ...