Bogota 8th November 2024

Sadly for me, everywhere including the bus stops seems to be a tidy walk away. I'd decided to recce the route from my digs to 'Terminal Salitre' - for the bus to Medellin. Eventually I got there and through trial and lots of errors I bought my ticket for 11th Nov.
The traffic here! How do they cope? It must be all they know 'coz it feels like madness. The buses (the best way to get around I'm told) are completely confusing so that I'll never work them out as long as I'm here. Asking a friendly stranger is the only answer.
With a lot of help from a kind young lady, and a lot more faffing and fuffing, I managed to get my weary bones to the 'Museo del Oro'. The Gold Museum deep in the heart of the old town where I can even see the cable car high in the mist.
The museum is actually very good. It has the glitziest gift shop of anywhere I've ever been. Well run, photography no problem and it's even free for an old chap like me.
There were plenty of 'characters' knocking about in this part of town. Eccentricity seems to be valued and supported; from rappers and hawkers on the buses to 'social misfits' in the streets who actually fit in nicely, thank you very much.
Blimey, I keep getting lost. It's lost its charm now. After a glass of fizzy beer in the Irish pub across the road, I'm glad to get back to my bedroom.Baca lagi