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Moved today from the swanky airport hotel to the hostel life. It's not too bad. The hostel is clean and nice. There is only one other person in the shared room, so it may as well be a private room. Took a cab for the first time. I was on the lookout for getting bamboozled by the cabbie. I've heard stories of them having fake metres or pedals to make the metre run faster. But nothing of the sort occurred. Our guy just got lost and couldn't find the place. Got some good pics out of it though.



Across the street from the hostel is a sandwich shop. They have any combination of meat, veggies and cheese you can think of, and some you can't imagine. It was good food for the price.

After eating, it was time to see some more sights. Went to the Plaza de Bolivar. There are so many pigeons there. There is also a fantastic church, government building and other official buildings. Standing in the square is like stepping back in time. You can feel the history in the stones.

Plaza de Bolivar

Llama! Lol

A short walk away from the square is the Museo Botero. If you don't know who Botero is click here to get educated. The paintings were cool. And there were also paintings by Picasso, Renoir, Degas, Chagall among others. It even had a sculpture by Salvador Dali who is most famous for The Scream but I was surprised to learn he was also a sculptor. Here are some of my favourite works. Comment if you want to see more.

So...I have a very different opinion of the TransMilenio now that I've taken it at rush hour. Imagine the Yonge-Bloor station on the TTC at rush hour multiplied by a hundred. The doors open at set spots on the bus platform and there are people crowding around the door. The stop we were at was called Avenida Jiminez which is a major access point for all locales throughout the city. So people literally have to push their way on and off of the buses. People who are left on the platform sometimes have to forcibly close the bus doors. I saw a bus drive away with a woman's purse hanging out the door. It was crazy. I forced my way onto a bus and met some new friends in the Zona Rosa, which is the party district of Bogota. We went to a restaurant to watch the championship match between the top two teams in Bogota. When either team scored...the announcer went "GOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLL!" It was good times. So instead of being served wet naps at the end of the meal, they serve little plastic gloves for diners to wear while eating! I may bring it back to Canada and make my millions. This is what we ate. Good times.