A night in Colombia.

There we were on our way to a hotel that we knew nothing of, with a taxi driver we hoped was not talking us to our death. We finally arrived, well not to sound too bad it was only 10 minutes from the airport. My spanish was getting either better by the second or maybe not. Hotel Maria Isabel Bogota is a beautiful hotel in an old section of the town. Did I mention that there was a man in gloves by the door to carry our bags in. (Thank God because as normal I over packed). Had to use my 'great' spanish skills to ask for rooms for my fellow refugees. It only took about 20 minutes, by the way the US dollar is king everywhere. It took about another 20 minutes to call Trinidad, the operator never heard of Trinidad and Tobago. The rooms were great, dinner was even better. The weather in Bogota is one of extremes, when we arrived it was a warm midday. The night was... how should I say it... freezing cold, in the room when you talked you saw your breath turn to ice... really. I slept in a jeans, socks, a long jersey and another on my crystal ball. Pressure!