Cor blimey we are off to Bogata the capital of Columbia. We took the easy option of getting a taxi to the bus terminal. We literally put our bags on the pavement outside the terminal when a local asked where we were going. He pointed at a bus driving out of the terminal (Bogata bus). Despite these buses going every few minutes he made a whistle and a wave stopping the bus in it's tracks. Out jumped the conductor, and seeing our bags quickly opened the hold. We payed the taxi driver, grabbed our bags and hurried over to the sound of trapped cars honking their horns. The conductor tried frantically to ram them into the boot, whilst the bus began to move. Both me and then the conductor did a flying jump onto the moving bus - so mad the system of avoiding paying a few pesos at the bus terminal.

After an uneventful journey we were dropped off at a different terminal north of Bogata. Not knowing how far from the city we were we decided to try and catch a bus in. I went off to try and sus out which bus to get. None the wiser I turned round to see Liz at the ticket office - seemingly buying some tickets.

The ticket office had written down the bus number so it was just a case of jumping on the bus and hoping for the best. Eventually Liz sussed out where the bus was going to, a street North of where we wanted and possibly within walking distance.

The cramped mayhem on the bus was matched by the mayhem on the streets. We inched forwards in the direction of a cable car. There were no taxis, cars or anything else to catch so we decided to arrive in backpacker style (on foot). We almost did it, I overran the place we were staying at and after looking at the map for a couple of minutes was resued by a man in a suit from the nearby bank. Being Columbia telling us where to go wasn't enough he asked various people and actually walked us there, and stayed at the Cranky Croc until we were checked in (Columbians are up there with Vanuatu for being the most pleasant people we have met).

We snagged the last room and felt sorry for the person behind us who wasn't so lucky. Despite an offer to share our room she hoped that devine inspiration (or a no show) would deliver her a room eventually.

Wow travellers at last and the place had a good but grungy feel. Feeling at home it wasn't long before we formed a group of multinationals over a few beers, then wine and finished off with a bottle of rum. There was some heavy conversations regarding physics with a guy that had a Phd in it, however all this was balanced out by the Irish. A plan was formulated to go out to North Bogata to a club reputed to be good on a Tuesday.

It took three taxis to get us all there (French, Irish, Brazilian and some more Spanish speakers). Inside it was packed with locals, everyone was standing or dancing to some good tunes ranging from rock to salsa. Salsa was interesting to watch being so close to Salsa Meca Cali.

It was an excellent day and evening (two bloggs for today notice).