Well, where to begin ..... So much happened in so little time.
- I returned home from Colombia South America on the weekend after two short weeks in this mezmorizing exotic place. First off i'd like to dispel the images most people have of murderous drug cartels running lawless in the streets. Although danger does lurk around most corners in Colombia I was able to avoid any real encounters with danger and enjoyed myself immensely. Theirs alot to describe about this trip so I'll start from the beginning ....
- Me and my buddy (he 51, and me 36) arrive at Vancouver airport for our first leg of the journey to Mexico City. Were soon taking off and several hours later begin touching down in the city one-mile above sea level; Mexico City. Being that I had the window seat I simply sat there slack-jawed and in awe of the overwhelmingly vast size of the most populated city in the world!! (the entire population of Canada resides in this Mexican City) -- The city simply stretches as far as the eye can see and is a popourii of low-level buildings and dirt poor barios. Soon the Mexicana jetliner touches down safely at 7am and while coming to a stop im shocked at seeing herders with goats "mowing the tarmack" outside my window. Once in the terminal non-mexicans are warned to watch your luggage and to not leave the airport if dont have to -- We have a seven hour layover so the notion to take a sightseeing trip around the cuty is quickly put to rest for safety reasons. Instead we decide to hit up the airport hotel for a shower, steam bath and workout to help pass sometime. The gym and showers are primitive by western standards, but being able to brush my teeth and change my clothes was luxury whatever the case may be. After the hotel gym we cash some money in for peso's and hit up a restaurant inside the airport ..... the time finally arrives for us to leave and board Avianca Airlines for our second leg to Bogota Colombia.
- Its about 8pm when we reach Bogota and the half-full plane touches down nicely in the mountainous mild temperatured colombian city. We unboard the jet and right away its obvious customs is going to be a ordeal as the amount of machine gun toting guards is quite un-nerving. Surprisingly enough customs goes rather quick (guess no ones gonna bring drugs into the country lol) and I quickly go to retrieve my luggage. Being that my friend and I are the only english speaking gringo's on the flight the customs guys give my luggage the once over with a drug sniffing beagle and im soon on my way to the final part of the journey. The Bogota airport is surprisingly small for a capitol city, but I soon realized thats all they need as colombians for the most part are to poor to fly out. Once inside the departure terminal in Bogota I need to purchase a final ticket to Cartagena and after several failed attempts to communicate directions were finally pointed in the right direction and waiting our turn to board Aero-Republica to Cartagena.
- Cartagena is a sea level city located at the northern tip of Colombia and is considered a tourist destination for vacationing colombians from Bogota, Medellin, and Cali. The city is majestic with some modern structures and plenty of old spanish colonial mixed in. When the plane touched down at about 10pm I was almost bowled over by the heat & humidity as I walked down to the runway. At first I thought I was standing in the jets exhaust but was startled when I realized this was the actual temperature of the place!!
- We quickly got a cab and drove to our hotel located in the more modern district called Boca Grande. The hotel we stayed at was called the "Hotel La Casa Del Tourista" and cost a mere 40'000 peso/night (about $20). The rooms were small but impeccably clean with marble floors, air conditioner (a must) and t.v. -- The hotel was only a month old so it was clean to say the least. I was beyond tired by this point and even though it was friday night I opted to call it a night and hit the sack. My friend somehow found the energy to go out and with a pre-hired translator went to a club called "Triple Terra" -- Triple Terra is a "working girls" club, so when I awoke in the morning I wasnt surprised he hadnt returned. When he returned to our hotel he was a gleefull looking chap that could hardly sit still describing me the club and his night.
- I returned home from Colombia South America on the weekend after two short weeks in this mezmorizing exotic place. First off i'd like to dispel the images most people have of murderous drug cartels running lawless in the streets. Although danger does lurk around most corners in Colombia I was able to avoid any real encounters with danger and enjoyed myself immensely. Theirs alot to describe about this trip so I'll start from the beginning ....
- Me and my buddy (he 51, and me 36) arrive at Vancouver airport for our first leg of the journey to Mexico City. Were soon taking off and several hours later begin touching down in the city one-mile above sea level; Mexico City. Being that I had the window seat I simply sat there slack-jawed and in awe of the overwhelmingly vast size of the most populated city in the world!! (the entire population of Canada resides in this Mexican City) -- The city simply stretches as far as the eye can see and is a popourii of low-level buildings and dirt poor barios. Soon the Mexicana jetliner touches down safely at 7am and while coming to a stop im shocked at seeing herders with goats "mowing the tarmack" outside my window. Once in the terminal non-mexicans are warned to watch your luggage and to not leave the airport if dont have to -- We have a seven hour layover so the notion to take a sightseeing trip around the cuty is quickly put to rest for safety reasons. Instead we decide to hit up the airport hotel for a shower, steam bath and workout to help pass sometime. The gym and showers are primitive by western standards, but being able to brush my teeth and change my clothes was luxury whatever the case may be. After the hotel gym we cash some money in for peso's and hit up a restaurant inside the airport ..... the time finally arrives for us to leave and board Avianca Airlines for our second leg to Bogota Colombia.
- Its about 8pm when we reach Bogota and the half-full plane touches down nicely in the mountainous mild temperatured colombian city. We unboard the jet and right away its obvious customs is going to be a ordeal as the amount of machine gun toting guards is quite un-nerving. Surprisingly enough customs goes rather quick (guess no ones gonna bring drugs into the country lol) and I quickly go to retrieve my luggage. Being that my friend and I are the only english speaking gringo's on the flight the customs guys give my luggage the once over with a drug sniffing beagle and im soon on my way to the final part of the journey. The Bogota airport is surprisingly small for a capitol city, but I soon realized thats all they need as colombians for the most part are to poor to fly out. Once inside the departure terminal in Bogota I need to purchase a final ticket to Cartagena and after several failed attempts to communicate directions were finally pointed in the right direction and waiting our turn to board Aero-Republica to Cartagena.
- Cartagena is a sea level city located at the northern tip of Colombia and is considered a tourist destination for vacationing colombians from Bogota, Medellin, and Cali. The city is majestic with some modern structures and plenty of old spanish colonial mixed in. When the plane touched down at about 10pm I was almost bowled over by the heat & humidity as I walked down to the runway. At first I thought I was standing in the jets exhaust but was startled when I realized this was the actual temperature of the place!!
- We quickly got a cab and drove to our hotel located in the more modern district called Boca Grande. The hotel we stayed at was called the "Hotel La Casa Del Tourista" and cost a mere 40'000 peso/night (about $20). The rooms were small but impeccably clean with marble floors, air conditioner (a must) and t.v. -- The hotel was only a month old so it was clean to say the least. I was beyond tired by this point and even though it was friday night I opted to call it a night and hit the sack. My friend somehow found the energy to go out and with a pre-hired translator went to a club called "Triple Terra" -- Triple Terra is a "working girls" club, so when I awoke in the morning I wasnt surprised he hadnt returned. When he returned to our hotel he was a gleefull looking chap that could hardly sit still describing me the club and his night.






