After Cali, we landed in Bogota for a couple of days. Just a brief stop before heading north to Cartagena. We were told the main sites include the gold museum, an art museum and the cable car to Monserrate. We were also lucky enough to have a contact in Bogota as a friend from school, Andres, is from there. Day one we went to the gold museum. It was great, but if I'm honest, we didn't love it. It was interesting, but we just couldn't get into it. Unless we were talking about the pieces we wanted for ourselves. Maybe we are too immature to appreciate it, maybe we have been to too many museums, maybe we just wanted to be girls and go shopping. So, we went shopping all afternoon.
When we made it back to the hostel, we sat around the communal table drinking with everyone there. Many beers later, we all decided to go to a club that was recommended to us. So club we did. Only one thing of note happened while we were here. I started chatting to a Swiss bloke. Being me, I started making all the regular Swiss jokes. You know what I mean, the "I bet you're always on time" jokes, with some army knife ones thrown in. But eventually the conversation actually developed and we chatted with an Irish bloke for quite a while. I s*** you not with what happened next. The Swiss bloke wasn't wearing a watch, and I hadn't seen him pull out his phone at all during the chat. It was too dark to see anyone else's watch and I did a thorough search of the club for any clock on the wall... BUT... I said "I wonder what the time is" and he responded "probably about quarter to four". I took out my phone... It was 3.45am exactly. EXACTLY!!! I still can't get over it. The Swiss have skills.
The following day, Justine and I had planned to catch the cable car before meeting up with Andres for a house party. I got up and watched the soccer with some people from the hostel before rousing Justine. The damn vodka virus had gotten then better of her. So she slept until 4 and we had to go met Andres.
We were taken out of Bogota to an estate of some sort where we indulged in an epic meat bbq and a Colombian drink called aguadeliente (spelling might be off). It's like a softer sambuca. But the amount of shots we consumed meant we got drunk anyhow...
Was great to meet some Bogota locals and get taught how to dance to reggaton. So much reggaton.
The following day we got a text from Lachy, he had landed in Cartagena. We were flying to Cartagena that day. So, we decided to meet in Santa Marta. Makes sense, right?