The view from in front of our hostal:
Our room.... we shared it with some Australians, an Isreali, and three guys from Chili who snored so loudly that the whole building shook.... amazingly, I got a good nights sleep every night. It was a great hostal. Lisa fell in love with a little kitten named Ginger who lived here:
Colorful streets.... the hills, cool air, nice grafiti, colorful sunsets, and palm trees kind of reminded me of San Francisco
Lots of soldiers all over.... the city felt very safe:
Plaza Central:
We visited a few very old churches. This was our facvorite:
The University museum had a small exhibit on political cartoons, all of them offering commentary on Colombia's bicentenial.... "two hundred years and we have not learned." I'm not sure who is being depicted here:
Pablo Escobar, infamous cocaine trafficker and ruthless murderer of countless people.... in 1989 Forbes magazine named Escobar the seventh richest man in the world, with an estimated personal fortune of 25 billion dollars. At one point he offered to pay off Colombia's 10 billion dollar national debt in exchange for clemency and the opportunity to enter polotics. His offer was declined. Continuosly hunted by Colombian and American agents, he, along with his personal body guard were killed in a shoot out in 1993.
Monserate.... up on a mountain overlooking Bogota.... the views were amazing
Mummy in the Museo Nacional:
Monserate.... up on a mountain overlooking Bogota.... the views were amazing
Mummy in the Museo Nacional:
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