After visiting the local Internet cafe to get our photos backed up, involving some far from understood conversations with the shopkeeper, spent some time giving a Korean lad some lessons on how to survive in Cuba. Visited the Botero museum - lots of amusing paintings and sculptures, by apparently the most famous Colombian artist, largely based on rather rotund people with big bums, tiny facial features, often accompanied by fat animals or plump bits of fruit. We quite liked it. Also a few pieces by Picasso, Freud, Monet, Matisse, which were also not bad (although not as comical as Botero's biggies). Lunched at a really nice cafe on ajiaco (thick chicken soup with corn, potato and capers - a Bogota speciality). Sat in Plazeta Rosario, enjoying an infrequent bit of Bogota sunshine, watching the excitement of a Friday afternoon unfold to the the tune of some live indigenous music. When it got dark, went in search of a mythical street supposedly closed off to traffic every Friday and filled to the rafters with entertainers of all forms - this we did not find, but there was a small square with a possible drag queen dancing and miming particularly badly. Bizarrely the spectacle had drawn quite a crowd, possibly due more to the street food on offer, which we sampled, including some rather nice aguardiente (local anise favoured spirit). After Mojitos, Club Colombia and Poker beer with some Americans, a Korean and a local Bogotan lass, attempted to go to a local club with some additional hangers on. After group umming and ahhing we ended up in a pretentious and expensive bar, clearly not the scene for fleece wearing backpackers. The married couple amongst the group of young party goers snuck off for a nice Ron n coke in a jolly French seeming bar, playing some proper old records.