Bogota is pretty rad, but it requires a lot of partying. Kind of like Montreal. Josh and I have been stuck here 3 days longer than intended, pretty much just sleeping and drinking. It is also the most annoying city to drive around.
Oh yeah, the transvestites. Bogota has more prostitutes and transvestites than I’ve ever seen before. Driving around a few days ago, Josh and I were trying (unsuccessfully) to get on to this major road and kept getting lost in the backstreets around it. Just a few blocks from where we’re staying we found a street where ALL the transvestites hang out. I say all, because I can’t imagine there could possibly be any more in existence than we saw. And they were definitely all men. Eventually we found our way onto the highway and drove across town to our destination. On our way back (in a very different part of town) we found where all the (mostly) female prostitutes hang out. The Colombian prostitutes where the most revealing scraps of clothes I have ever seen. Like they are seriously ONLY trying to cover the nips and the cooch.
Other than all the women and men of the night, Bogota is a bitchin’ city. It’s friggin cold at night and cool during the day, but it’s nice being able to wear a sweater again. The plaza Bolivar is beautiful and gigantic, and there are still people with loaded donkeys wandering around the city centre.
We’re skipping town tomorrow to head to coffee land, and I’m excited to get somewhere less peligroso. Bogota is fun, but it’s lame having to walk home checking over your shoulder every 2 minutes.
