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Bogota, how cold!

Finally we arrived in Bogota. It 'was like oxygen to breathe again after being were in a hole claustrophobic. The air was cool, the little airport, taxi drivers more relaxed, and even the space in front of the airport green and inviting. We left behind the danger of large Brazilian city to immerse ourselves in the old colonial town (small colored wooden houses, narrow streets on a human scale, to the board, but put a little 'hill). The old town is called La Candelaria, and all taxis have trouble reaching our beautiful hostel because apparently there are two "calle novena! A little 'as in NYC with streets and avenues, even to the streets of Bogota Candelaria calles are divided into high (vertical) and Carreras (horizontal).

Our lovely hostel opens onto a patio Greening of plants and hammocks, some shower-bath stone, and large rooms with wooden beds and a fireplace. Three tires on the beds, because Bogota is high and is quite cold at night! Finally, a large room with kitchen, cooking with tea always hot for the people, and a single computer on the network (wireless but the rule!). The hostel was a very quiet, perhaps too, a sort of quiet oasis to escape from the outside world, sometimes threatening, and the inhabitants there were often long-term projects or learning. An American was actually from Columbia (You could tell by the fact that he wore a rather obvious in the plush of the "Columbia," to be recognized)! At home there was even a game typical of Colombia, of which I forgot the name:

is to challenge an opponent in the launch of the rings. If it hits the frog, the more points you make, otherwise you're trying to hit the other holes. This game is typically located in pubs or on the premises of billiards and bowling, and is a favorite pastime of Colombians. If the streets are neat and pretty old, down past the Plaza Bolivar (where the super-protected Palace of the President), there is the part more messy and less attractive of the city

Here there are shops on several floors, a little 'as in China, selling everything at ridiculously low prices for a Westerner. $ 1 is equivalent to almost 2,000 Colombian pesos (nearly € 1 to 3000)! The problem is that there is little that is interesting: many junk, useless items, clothes a little stylish. On the other hand, if you read English, can go to literally immerse themselves in the books, hoping to find what you look for ...

If there really is a problem finding something, Well these are the postcards! IncrediBBoli seems that there is a place where it is difficult for tourists to find simple postcards, maybe even ugly, but always postcards, you can send to your friends before returning home. The search for the course takes place cards for me in my last morning in Bogota before taking the plane back home. After an hour of questions to sellers of tours and stalls, we find that the only place that sells postcards of Bogota is a stationery and books in the center.

the second floor.
Down the hall.
In a hidden corner.
In a cardboard box.
In postcards among other places in Colombia.

Puff, that effort! After a complex process paperwork (calculates the price, it brings a package below, please line up, pay, go to pick up a receipt showing the product wrapped), not content, I decided to look for the stamps. It was a Saturday morning.

Plaza Bolivar was still a veteran of the military parade in the morning, a few national awards ceremony (perhaps the promotion of the officers) that loved to participate in some of the many stray dogs in the area .. . Jason and I we will wander around in search of the post: the only place that sells stamps. We meet on the road agency DHL, but they are not concerned for any reason shipment of postcards (!!!). In front there is a post office, a huge building in communications but did not realize it ... and apparently even the locals, who direct us around the large building. In a glass smashed and the other, we see a sign that invites us to turn around the building, and finally found the entrance and the answer to my question Hamlet: stamps or not?

Zipaquira Salt Cathedral, near Bogota.

Please! Give me the stamps before they come up, please! The answer is inside you, and yet ... Wrong! In short, the answer is NO. The stamps are sold only is true that the post office and anywhere else, but we can not wait for it to sell for mica came on the weekend! Ridiculous! The fracobolli are sold in Colombia * only * and * only * the post from Monday to Friday from 9 am * only * 17. Well, if someone wanted to buy stamps, if it has found the postcards, these are the conditions! Even the dogs know it.

On the stairs of the monastery on Mount Monserrate, Bogota, at 3,150 meters.

But back to the beautiful Bogota. A favorite destination of pilgrims and visitors is the monastery of Monserrate. To get to the cable car, it makes a nice walk through the narrow streets, day percorriBBoli without problems, more and more towards the green thicket. Above us, Mt. Behind the city.

At the top, a feeling of peace and tranquility, even if the priest is saying Mass in a sermon and other things that need to forgive all, but I do not think you should forgive corrupt politicians, drug dealers and all those who contribute to this country, every country, poor and dangerous. Jason Buy souvenirs, and I enjoy the afternoon breeze fresh, pure oxygen and pleasant, the sun set behind the Christ on a nearby mountain.

the evening we decided to go bowling center, as recommended by some fixed hostel. The peculiarity of the bowling of Bogota is that ... is automated so entirely human. How do you explain this concept in a world in mechanized Fordiani depicting him as Chaplin years ago? Well, there is an exception to all this ... Seeing is believing ...

Have you looked closely? Have you seen what happens behind the pins? Magically they are in their proper place after the two attempts to beat the ball. It was my first game of bowling. The rules seem complicated (given the need to calculate the points in a certain way depending on whether you throw down all the pins or less), but in the end despite a degree in communication and perseverance in the humanities, I've caught. In fact, I made friends even with all the people around, and each taught me his method to throw the ball, bend your legs, swing arm, position fingers in the balls and so on. In short, a confusion exaggerated! In the end, I developed my method, though ridiculous, and the ball hit the pins, tie '!

After the fun, the first night in Bogota was hibernating. Not accustomed to very cold temperatures were also frozen in the meantime New York, I did not know how to protect themselves from the cold, and the only solution found on the first evening was simple: the water bottle! One of the nice kids who works at the hostel at night now know that if I return to Bogota must always prepare a hot water bottle before bed, like an old lady! The gentle the hostel manager, a woman with soft features, a lover of India, with gray hair tied in a ball on his neck, but the watchful eye and practical, taught me some other method the next day to defend myself from the cold:

1) hot water bottle!
2) develop one of the blankets on the mattress, under the body, so as to block the cold air from the floor.
3) not be too dressed in bed, but the tire in contact with wool.
4) Cover with a thick woolen ponchos in the morning to go to the bathroom, and maybe even a scarf.
5) hopefully not, but if the emergency kit is disponiBBoli (touch wood!)

short, there are several ways to avoid ending up stiff with cold as the moths on the mountain, which remains attached to the walls waiting to breathe ...