It worried me a little bit that the second Ween finished reading my first blog entry he said ‘I need you to email me a copy of the insurance in case something happens to you and you end up in a coma’. I think with my current hormones he thinks I’m going to get in a fight. Nobody to fight with here as far too many armed police and swat teams with full body armour on. One of them was tucking the dog at the chocolate kiosk into his blanket box for his mid morning snooze earlier today and the rest are on their phones. There must be 30 of them outside the hotel as there is a protest nearby and they seem to be the back up.
Ween is busy dog grooming - his cunning plan is that if we buy a packet of crisps every day, I can then tuck the dog in myself.
We are moving on today having been back to the Botero museum, finding the dead nuns are now all locked up, going on the graffiti tour and walking about ten times round the gold museum and not finding the entrance until I was swearing like a demented person. Today we are off to a village at the foot of the Andes where there is a festival with lots of candles. We are stopping at the underground salt cathedral on the way - HA, Ween will be so excited about that.