Back at the Cranky Croc we caught up with the gossip from the Irish guys. They also had a hard time with the hangovers but now seemed fit enough to plan a return to the Zona Rosa club area.

After the wasted day yesterday we were determined to do something, top of the list was the gold museum, apparently a must see from many sources. It has 35,000 pieces of gold from pre Columbian history. It was a nice museum and had some tricks to make it as interesting as possible, such as being locked in a pitch dark circular room that was slowly illuminated to reviel masses of gold covering the floor and walls. Strangely however I enjoyed the clay works more.

We then had a look at a very ornate church, the main city square and eventually the Botero museum. This is a very famous Columbian painter/ sculpter that depicts things oversized (fat). A extremely chubby Mona Lisa gives you an idea of his really fab work.

There were three free museums in the same place, so we also checked these out. The first one was like the Tate Modern in London. I was a bit hungry so I was tempted at a hugh pile of sweets in the corner (it's Art you know). The other one was a money museum, they gave you a coin at the end to remind you of where you had just been (most people almost sprint through).

On the way back we passed a restaurant that advertised vegetarian meals. It turned out to be a rock bar and indeed did serve us a vegy meal with some good music.

The trick for going out to potentially expensive clubs is to first drink in the hostal so you don't have to buy expensive drinks in the club. We bought a bottle of cheap local rum and headed back to the hostal to implement this plan. Things were going extremely well as the rest of the hostal had exactly the same plan. Tonights theme was the latest word trying to make it into the Dutch dictionary (there's a clue there) and of course to decide exactly where we were going to.

I was having such a good time that I would have been quite happy to stay. However the temperature was dropping and we were running out of people to drink with. A series of taxis were ferrying people out to the agreed meeting spot, a park in Zona Rosa.

We arrived last to the news that the club we were going to was closed. Undeterred we all headed out looking for inspiration on where to go. This affluent area is where all the clubs are so finding somewhere else was no problem. The problem was finding somewhere with lots of people and a good atmosphere. The first place was half empty and the music was poor so we diddn't stay long. A rooftop open air club was soon found that had the desired atmosphere and music. This place would not be out of place in New York, it had what appeared to be shandalers providing both heat and a soft light. This club closed at 2am, however the group mood was to stay out later. With the help from some of the locals we got chatting with, there was one place we had to go - aptly called 'The End'.

Getting into 'The End' without paying the full price was problematic. We stood in a que whilst a local that we befriended and the fluent Spanish speakers started negociations. We got a good price for the top club (literally) in Bogata.

This place was on the top 33rd floor of a skyscraper it had 360 degree floor to ceiling windows offering stunning views of the city. A DJ on a raised platform with TV screens behind spun dance music to an eager audience.

We managed to stay awake until the sunrise and the prospect of a short sleep before having to change rooms at the hostal. Excellent day and night.