(Yes, we are back... but it just wouldn't be right to leave this unfinished)
Fri 15 May 2009 - Mon 18 May 2009 20 °C
You leave one dangerous South American city only to arrive in another dangerous South American city. Before all of you start thinking: “Well no duh! It’s COLOMBIA”, let us set the record straight. Colombia was no more dangerous than any other place we’ve been in South America. In fact, we would say that Bogota was relatively safe until you stepped foot in the old part of town… at night. Following our guide book, we ended up at a hostel in the old part of town. And since we were only staying three nights, we didn’t feel like finding another place to stay when we found out just how dangerous the location was (some backpacker guests had recently been mugged, at knifepoint, just outside the door of the hostel). The truth is, the dangerous location wasn’t the main reason we wish we had changed location. Rather, it was the ridiculous level of CONSTANT noise that the LOSERS (read immature backpacker youth that come to South America to party all night while drinking and drugging themselves into stupidity) staying at this hostel were making. Blaring music and T.V. only complemented the faux-politically-correct American “hippy” couple who decided to loudly vocalize there sex-capades for the whole hostel - two times in the night and two times in the morning. By far, this was the worst hostel (Hostel Sue) we have stayed at during our almost four months of traveling. Angry? Bitter? Noooo!?
Bogota also had us suffering of altitude sickness. At 2600m above sea level, our tummies felt like inflated balloons and K had headaches. The altitude also meant that this city was only slightly warm during the day and quite cold at night. As you can "expect", the hostels had no heat and the beds were cold and damp to sleep in.
Bogota seemed like an interesting city and we could immediately tell that we would like Colombia. The food was decent, the women were beautiful, and the city was lovely. We enjoyed seeing the old part of town and its colonial architecture, however, three nights of very little sleep put us in a bad mood. That mood was only made better by our discovery of the Juan Valdez café (a chain of cafes in Colombia). Finally, great coffee in South America (some of the best coffee comes from this part of the world, but most of it is being exported to North America). We found our favourite drink here: Tinto Cardamomo (regular coffee with crushed cardamom added to it) with condensed milk (cream does not exist as an option!?). Mmmm…. Heaven. We miss you Juancito.