I heard its pretty nice here
Trip Start
May 26, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Bogota,
Colombia
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Me and linz were far from displeased to arrive in Bogota and come across a hostel that with it's own free internet cafe, ping pong, dvd room and free brownies (well technically the brownies weren't free, but you were charged based on an honesty policy so...yeah, free). The net was particularly appealing for two reasons; 1) we are both a litle homesick and starving for a bit of attention, and 2) because we leave for England in a couple of days and still have no jobs or accomodation. So a lot of our time was spent here, with constant ping pong breaks in between. We also think that maybe we're about ready to put our crazy (arguably stupid) adventures aside for awhile cause although there are definately things to do here we really felt quite content going to sleep knowing that we could have spent the day making a poo pyramid and it would have been more productive. So before we knew it we were up to our last night in Bogota and had only left the place to eat at restaurants, all within a few minutes walk of the place.
So we sat and thought for awhile (we had plenty of time to do this) and eventually came to the conclusion that for our last night in Bogota we were gonna go out and see the night life. We begin the festivities by playing a drinking game we invented that involved ping pong and a bottle of rum, where i learnt 2 things
1) I'm not very good at ping pong
2) Copius amounts of rum in a short period of time is hazardous for ones health
The next thing I remember is waking up in bed face-to-face with this little coaster sized puddle of spew that was as black as death, which made me think that maybe I coughed up a little bit of my soul the night before. Still quite drunk at this point I stumble over to the clock to check the time. After many failed attempts to read the bloody thing I give up and ask someone and almost pass out when I hear it's 2pm. Now usually i would be stoked to sleep in that late, maybe in feel a little sense of accomplishment, but this was devastating cause not only had we missed our bus, and thus our Saturday night plans, but I also missed my hone interview with a potential employer in England. Reaarrgghhh! So i spent the rest of the day trying to cry myself to sleep whilst nursing a trainwreck of a headache, the most sensitive of stomachs and all whilst secretly giggling at the ironic fact that my one attempt to see the city is a complete blank.
Oh yeah... and for those of you who are interested this is how the night panned out in a nutshell...apparantly. Went to a club, I became the best friend of a bunch of locals who could speak English almost as well as they could feed me booze, I simultaneously met, danced with and lost a really hot girl, everyone moved on to the next club but linz thought he should take me home, we got completely lost and it took us 4 cab rides to get home (one of which i spewed out the window).
