Coffee, Museums, Starvation, and Mojo

The Itinerary:
1. see the view of Bogota from the Monserrate hill. Check
2. drink coffee in the epicenter of coffee production. Check
3. eat something reasonably authentic (ajiaco). Check
4. visit at least three museums. Check
5. interview the presidential candidate who is starving himself in protest. Check

The coffee was disappointingly un-spectacular. These poor people don´t know better, they get what they get, but its mostly crap. I was hoping for the mecca-type experience in this cup of joe, but their "super strong" coffee reminded me of a sort-of strong folgers.

I ended up with a small collection of men to serve as body guards. They are all extremely friendly, but have this nasty habit of running of with Colombian women. Today, my rapescape artist is a heavily pierced Aussie who is apparently known for his party-hardy personality.

We´ve been walking around the city the whole day. He´s been here a whole month and hasn´t even visited the museums that are only 3 minutes from our hostal. He´s a good boy though. The others I´ve recruited are Aussies, Brits (there is an ungodly amount of Brits here), and an occasional latino from this country or that.

The museums all smell the same.

The Marie Jane, too. You can´t get away from the stuff when you´re travelling, but sometimes it´s a comforting aroma. You know that where there is marijuana, there isn´t likely to be much cocaine, which, by the way, that stuff was rumored to be an illusive commodity, but ends up being as available as the tamales the vendors are selling on the streets. All you have to do is ask... So I hear.

Now, it´s raining and I´m stuck in someone else´s hostal because I don´t want to get drenched.
I have to buy my plane ticket yet to Cartagena.
And make that hostal reservation.
I´m hoping to go out to this great place "chorro de quevedo" tonight. It´s just a little spot where folks hang out later in the evenings. I´ll let you know if and how it goes down!