After being almost bitten to death on our jungle trip, we were grounded for a day in Iquitos until there was a boat out. So, on Wednesday we "celebrated" our 100th day on the road by catching a "speed"boat down the Amazon River to the triboarder area where Colombia, Peru and Brazil meet. Despite being pretty cool to be cruising down the Amazon, it was a slightly frustrating day to say the least as the boat kept running out of petrol (how you do that at all, let alone more than once on the same trip I don`t know?!) and so we arrived at the border around 5 hours late, meaning that immigration was closed and there were no more canoe taxis over to Leticia on the Colombian side, which is where we wanted to go. So, we had no choice but to stay the night in Santa Rosa, the Peruvian border village, though calling it a village is a bit of a compliment seen as there really was next to nothing there. For tea we literally woke this woman up and she turned what looked like her front room into a place for us to eat. Then gradually the rest of her family appeared from nowhere and helped with the cooking, and also the lighting of the candles as the generator went. It was just one of those random events that are typical of traveling, and it`s so hard to describe how bizarre it all really was. After a big but expensive feed, we turned in for the night in our room - basically five pieces of plywood nailed together, although it did come complete with a rather fetching pink mosquito net! We woke early Thursday to get our passports stamped and the heat was already baking as we then caught a cab to the airport - not having a clue if there was a flight that day, and if so if there were any spaces. After waiting around for the desk to open (Colombia seemingly keeps time as well as the rest of the continent), I had to do a round trip back into town to get out some more cash - during which I realised my Spanish isn't all that bad as I managed to avoid any awkward silences with the really nice cab driver there and back. Thankfully we got seats on the only flight out to Bogota that day, and also met Jeremy and Jo - a couple from England, who we would spend the best part of the next 3 days with. To be honest, Bogota seemed a fairly unspectacular place, although thankfully we didn't come across trouble of any kind - as is often it's reputation. We did a spot of sightseeing on Friday and on Saturday morning went to the top of Cerro de Monserrate for a good view of the city, before returning to the hostel for its 13th birthday party - with free BBQ and beer, it doesn't get much better than that! Unsuprisingly, we decided we had to continue the party into the night and experience Bogota`s trendy Zona Rosa on a Saturday night. After trying to get into a club just after midnight, we practically got laughed at and told to come back in a couple of hours - which is exactly what we did! We had a decent enough night, the highlight of which was definitely the amount of talent on show, and finally crashed back into the squeekiest bed ever at the hostel around 6am. With a surprisingly clear head on Sunday, we set of on a nice long 22 hour bus journey north to the Carribbean coast - 2 weeks to get a tan!! Jonny