Well after a fairly uneventful 9 hour flight, during which I napped and watched Dune 2 (man those films are long!) and ate some pretty decent plane food… we were in Business class after all, darling (Alex is clever with airmiles), we made it to Botgotá. Immigration wasn’t terrible… perhaps about a 35-40 minute queue. We were kept entertained by the unhinged antics of the man in front of us who, as he was clearly too weak and feeble to carry his duty free booze, proceeded to put it on the floor under the central barrier, and leave it there until he passed it on the next lane. He would then sweep it to the side and carry on. This obviously caused much consternation to others in the queue… we all know not to leave our bags unattended. Clearly this man had missed all those messages as he then couldn’t be arsed to even carry his rucksack anymore so left it on the floor with his duty free. In hindsight, he may have been a bit drunk.

That aside, we got a taxi (booked through a special ticket system at the airport so as not to get scammed) and made our way to the hotel. It became rather quickly apparent that the driving etiquette in Bogotá resembles that of “Wacky Races”. Indicators are just cute car accessories and the road lanes mere suggestions. Regardless, we made it to the hotel in one piece, where I had to put my Spanish to the test again. The lovely woman at reception was very complementary about it and said I spoke good Spanish. Liar. She then rattled off various bits of information, some of which I understood. We will find out at the end of our stay whether the hot breakfast was complimentary or not… We then crashed out on our bed for a well earned sleep.