Last Day in Bogota, 11th Nov.

As it's my last day in Bogota before travelling up to Medellin, here are a few observations/thoughts:
The Bogota Columbians appear to inordinately like graffiti, bread, dogs not cats, and avoiding silence whenever in public places. The buses frequently get invaded by people selling a sob story and things such as little sweets, or providing 'entertainment' with karaoke machines to demonstrate their emerging music and performing skills.
And as for the food... Most things seems to have been cooked in oil. Well, they're an oil-rich country after all.
The majority of people have a curiously international scruffy-urban dress sense. Think sports casual and slashed jeans, trainers and hardly ever shoes.
And although I've already said it; they really, really can't have enough graffiti on everything.
Today I was mainly getting 'funiculared'. The weather was so miserable (another downpour was always on the cards) that I had to find something slightly indoors to do. Either the cable car or funicular railway up to the top of hillside Monserrate. The queue was much shorter for the funicular so I left the 'cable car experience' until Medellin.
It was pretty good - even the clouds opened a bit to let some sun shine on the drenched punters.
Back at my digs later I'd left plenty of time to grab my rucksack, take the shot of a couple have dinner in the back of their VW Beetle, and head for the bus Terminus.
That was Bogota then.
Onwards!Okumaya devam et