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Wrongly Perceived Bogota, Colombia. Oct 12-14, 2013 (Day 2)


Day 1 of Bogota Trip

Following day, I went to Monserrate at 8:30 am.  As usual, took Carrerra 7 and at Calle 19, all I had to do was follow the swarm of local tourists who went to Monserrate.  It was a Sunday so it was expected that there were a lot of locals who went to the sacred place and attended church service.  It was a 30 minute walk from the hotel to the bottom of the hill of Monserrate. Upon reaching the station, I had the choice of taking either the Funicular or Cable Car to go up the hill where the sanctuary was located.  Round trip fare for either the Funicular/Cable Car was COL$9,200 or about CD$4.50.

 The walk was a challenge as it was uphill.  Bogota was about 8,000 feet above sea level and I noticed that I had to adjust the dynamics of my breathing.  When I got at the Monreserrate church itself, I felt the changes in my breathing and took things slowly. 

Monserrate was packed with local tourists and for a distinct tourist spot, I did not find any Americans/Europeans in the area.  For a country that had a lot to offer, they should have promoted more their tourism especially among Europeans.

 Monserrate was also the place to enjoy authentic Colombian cuisine.  From chicken, tamales, grilled meat, white cheese, etc.  However, prices at Monserrate were higher compared to the restaurants along Carrerra 7.  Probably to added cost of bringing food up the hill.

Spent about 3 hours at Monserrate and proceeded my walk to La Candelaria area. Typical of a Sunday, the area was full of activities and had the chance to see Plaza Bolivar and Presidential Palace. 

After walking for about 6 hours, I decided to re-energize with a hote tea and Amapola cake.  A local delicacy with poppy seeds.  The waiter even said that one of the ingredients for the Amapola cake was the plant where heroine came from.

More walking followed through and when dinner time struck, I decided to go back to the restaurant where I had dinner the night before, Leons and Palos.  That time, I had fish that was initially grilled then fried. Instead of cerveza, I had Aguardiente.  A local liquor that was clear and tasted close to anise.

Just like Saturday night, by 6:00 pm, activities started to dwindle down and by 7:00 pm, I was back at the hotel. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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On October 14, I went to the airport early at 11:00am for a 2:30pm flight.  Did not want to rush due to some airport policies.  True enough, I had to clear myself with Transportation Bureau that I did not stay more than 60 days otherwise, I wolud have paid a COP$70,000 tax.

Bogota was another interesting experience and a weekend there was more than enough.