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Woah, what a title! So many different levels! What? Have I been abducted? No, I just thought, you know... sometimes along comes something that's pithy, terse and succinct, and that's too damn good not to use. Oh come on! You'd have done the same. Anyway, it's better than this entry's working title "Colombia, Backpack, Graham". Hmmm, is it too late to start again?

FARC off.

Graham Perkins
2006-08-21 12:41:33

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even my determination to come to a place that so many people won't even consider visiting makes me pleased with myself. Oh, and a smile for the fact that I'm finally out of Bolivia, claro que si!

[If you're after the gist of my last entry - which I wrote as a concession to my non-English speaking latino friends - I went to Bolivia, not much worked, the miserable - though not without good reason. Saw some salt decided to come to Colombia for the World Cup got stuck in La Paz as my flight company folded in front of my very eyes, bussed it to Peru and flew in from there. Meaning about 96% of that entry must be waffle.]

I spent almost a week in Bogotá where about six hours every morning were taken up with the football. And I didn't do too much in the afternoons, either. The place I was staying in had wheeled in a TV for the occasion but it just stayed on all day and with a dozen chairs pointed at it. There didn't really seem too much else to do in the afternoons anyway. Plus having just arrived in the place I was erring on the side of caution to begin with and once it got dark I was too scared to go for a walk from the hostel anyway. Ooph, you should have seen the beggars for my first few days; they must have thought Christmas and birthday had come at once. I mean, who knows which ones are strapped with gats?

The nightlife was cool though. Very expensive but there's a lot of fun to be had around La Zona Rosa. And you've never seen two such dribbling idiots as the first time Chris and I went out. After Brazil and Argentina you think you've seen precisely how stunning the feminine form can get. And then you go to Bogotá (incidentally reputed amongst Colombians to have the country's ugliest women. ¡Oh dios mío...!)

Still, after about six nights we were ready to move on. There wasn't much to keep us there - one afternoon a few of us had even resorted to going to Latin America's ...