Donde Esta Bogota

made it no problems, I had three seats to myself on the plane from SFo to El Salvador and slept the whole way. From El Salvador to Costa Rica i was at the window in an exit row with about ten feet of extra leg room. The last lef of the flight i had an empty seat next to me, put them all together and it was like sitting in first class. El Salvador and Costa Rica reminded me of the CIA, planned coudeta´s and drug smuggling. Bogota looks similiar to Bangkok, but with twice as less people and cars and not nearly as dirty, there was no trash lying around all over. But it was the same in the fact that there would be tall buildings, 10 story apts, then cows grazing in the ajoining lot.
We got in a wreck in the cab on the way to the hotel, little fender bender. I sat in the cab while the driver and the guy that hit him yelled at each other. The drive got back in cursed under his breath and then did made a cross across his chest all Catholic style, i guess he should have done that earlier.
the guest house is clean and good enough for me, i like the owners as he decided i should have a coffee and a beer before i check in. He says it is safe to walk around durring the day, but to treat it like any big city, just use your head and do not believe when people come up and tell you they are the police.
Christian is not here yet but hopefully he shows up tomorrow.