Hotel Residencias Tequendama Bogota

... into a little bar named San Moritz on Calle 16. I was in the 50's and did not know how to get out of there. It was bery cool, I would recommend to those who venture here to try it. Additionally went up the mountain to see the church up there, was a stunning view. Tonight is Halloween and last night was "Pre Halloween". I saw a guy in terminator outfit, and it actually stunned me for a second!<br><br><br>

... P<br><br>Alles in allem also sehr friedlich! Macht euch keine Sorgen um mich!=) Wenn mir irgendwas zustoßen sollte in dem Jahr, dann höchstens dass ich von nem Auto überfahren werde! xD Wir haben nämlich schon aufm Camp gelernt, dass die Kolumbianer zwar hupen (sehr gern und sehr viel) aber anstatt zu bremsen, lieber Gas geben wenn ein Fußgänger über die Straße geht&#8230;<br><br>Also machts gut! Bis bald<br><br>Toni<br><br>P.S. Kolumbien hat 1:3 verloren&#8230;=(

... the 3 hours we had left when we finally called it and tried to sleep. <br><br>That morning, bleary-eyed and stumbling, I helped do all the things that Gabe normally would have taken care of. Packing up our joint belongings, deciding what food was going and staying and bagging it up, making sure nothing was left behind, carrying the luggage downstairs to the doorman, and checking out of the hotel. He does such a good job taking ...

... myself and another guy started cracking up. A look of hurt came over our guide's face and we quickly explained what was funny. I asked if I could take a photo, which I could. Hopefully I can post that classy photo as well. I'd like to think that these mannequins were put in there with a sense of humor...but I have a feeling it was not intentional.<br><br>After the police museum I was feeling snackish so I picked up an arepa, a thick and semi-sweety corn pattie with cheese on ...

... It's pretty unigue and humorous, and PP really enjoys it. I guess I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, because looking at his work results in a sensation similar to overeating. The following day, we visited a park quite far from our neighbourhood that no one seemed to know about, even hostel managers, taxi drivers and airport employees. We eventually made it and enjoyed a few hours of birding, spotting our first Colombian endemic, the Bogota Rail ...

... buildings and splotches of yuppie eateries. Eventually, we found a superb place called Hostal Sue. It was a small place, especially compared to the massive Base hostels in NZ, with only about twenty five beds. It had free internet, a huge stash of movies and extremely friendly staff, as well as about half a dozen of the staff´s friends, who didn´t really work there but seemed to be always around. I went to a local restaurant to get my first meal in South America. That brought home to ...

... part without any major set backs. I Wasn't too fussed about time, or even if i ended up in the wrong places . By now my Spanish had improved and i was at least able to determine what was necessary for me to achieve my goals! I had chatted to a Colombian guy on the bus to Puerto Piaz and was happy to know that he was to undertake the same exit and entrance procedure as me.. It was necessary to ...

... Skorpione und riiiiiiiiiesen Spinnen. Und mit riiiiiiiiiiesen Spinnen meine ich riiiiiiiiiesen Spinnen! War echt einfach nur gemuetlich. Am Tag haben wir gebadet und geknuepft, am Abend haben wir auf dem Feuer gekocht und es wurden etliche Instrumente gespielt, gesungen und gelacht... Ja, kurz zusammengefasst wars das dann, amg grad nicht schreiben. Sorryyy! Aber es hat ja Foeteli...;)

... More on that in my next entry.... On leaving Bogota I left with only one regret, that I hadn´t stayed longer to sample more of what the country had to offer. I felt I only got a glimpse of the warmth and friendliness of the people, a little similar to what I felt in Mexico and Guatemala. I vowed to return again for longer amd next time I would like to travel on the locals advice to Cartagena, San Andreas and Medillin.

... Donc décollage, enfin... 45 minutes plus tard le ciel s'est rebouché, l'avion fait demi-tour. À 1:30 le 14 novembre nous débarquons enfin, épuisés. Avianca, la compagnie colombienne, avait bien fait les choses: hôtel et bus pour nous y conduire. Mais le temps de tout expliquer et de faire les 30 minutes de route, nous n'étions dans nos chambres qu'à 3h du matin... J'ai partagé la mienne avec une charmante jeune française, Laure, futur médecin et ...