After only a few minutes of arriving at my hostel in Bogota, I was greeted by some guys that I knew from Medelling carrying large quantities of drink. From here the weekend proceeded as can be expected.
The first night we went on search of a phantom nightclub, by the name of aha or something equally unpronunable, led by one of the owners of the hostel who didn´t seem to have much of a clue what she was doing. Thankfully the next night was a lot better. This time we actually knew where we were going; a club on the 42th floor in one of the highest buildings in Bogota where we could see the whole city in almost every direction. It didn´t even matter that the music they played was migrane enducing techno s***.
My hostel here has been on of the best I´ve visited yet, though there are some slightly disturbing aspects to it. I have still yet to work out the relationships between the people that work here, though it is surely frowned upon in a Catholic country like Colombia. Also odd is what a Sweedish guest was doing with about ten bottles of styrchine (very strong sugar cane liquor) and a puppy that the kids that live in the hostel thought was called Coca rather than Coco.
Though I am delighted to have finally found some good clubs in Colombia, my time in Bogota was not just nocturnal. I went to see one of the local Bogota football teams play (the rival team team of the hostel staff´s though, to their distain). There´s not much to say about the actuall game though. I missed most of what was happening as it was much more fun just being in to crowd of very enthusiastic fans. One of their chants was something like "we can smoke weed as much as we want and the police can´t do anything". And they were right.
Though most of Bogota is just a massive urban sprawl, it´s center has some of the best buildings in South America. The only reason we even found them was by following a military parade (though oddly with a bit of carnival spirt) a long way through the streets of Bogota.