The time came to leave Bogota, regretfully. The next stop was Medellin. I opted to get the night bus so and tried to make the most of my final day in Bogota. I have long held fantasies of moving to this city and to experience life in one of the the worlds most notorious countries. Absorbing they art and literature scene of this cool city. Maybe one day.

Not before I ran into some hippy rasta guy and had a few beers with him (which I bought - getting sick of hanging out with guys who are skint and footing the bill for them and their waster drinking and drug habits). I at least got to sample the non-backpacker community of Candelaria, we spoke to a few passers by who he knew. It was a contrast to where I had been the previous night, super expensive, quite american feeling district filled with restaurants, shops and bars called Santa Rosa. I was impressed by it but it's not really my scene. We found ourselves in a bar at a 'couch surfing' night but the couch surfing bit didn't seem all that evident as far as I was concerned. It was a standard central london poser sort of meat-market dance drink and hook up sort of night. The lighting was good, the music was alright, the drinks were a rip off and I didn't want to kiss any of the boys at the venue.

So the following night in the lead up/count down to catching the bus. How to get there and exactly when to leave were becoming distant concerns as the beer took hold. This dude was trying to convince me to stay another night in Bogota, if I had fancied him the tiniest bit I probably would have but I needed to catch up with the mates I'd traveled through a lot of Peru with before they moved on to the coast and then back to the UK - they were in their last week. 

After the beers I went to pick up my backpack and we caught a local bus across the city to the bus terminal and the next morning, tired and weary I was in Medellin. Hot, sticky, humid. A bright city of contrasts, shiny new impressive districts and poor grotty old ones. Hungry and tired I made my way to a hostel, the wrong hostel, I couldn't find my friends. I dont know where we'd be without Facebook messages.