Bogota

Every country evolves activities designed to enrich daily life. Tomorrow I will go in search of one of  Colombia's. Guinea pig racing; a source of amusement and street gambling I am told. How can the race history of a guinea pig be validated or the current form assessed? Are losers sent to Peru to become street food? Mysteries to be solved.

The journey over was a breeze. Thanks were passed on to the TSA folks working at MIA despite the government shutdown. I arrived very early for the flight fearing long lines to pass through security. It was unnecessary.

Leaving Miami at sea level I have yet to descend to that altitude, coming into land at Bogota, 8,600 feet closer to the stars.

It will be a while before I see a coast, the Pacific.

Here is home for 10 days, in La Candelaria, in the heart of the old city. Fatima Hostel and Suites.

It may look like the entrance to a prison, and in fact perhaps it once was. Today, even though the room is unheated, the showers are hot, toilet paper is provided in the bathroom and the beer in the fridge is cold. 👍 

Fatima may well represent the pinnacle of the places I stay in.

Ajiaco, a dish originating from Bogota and much bragged about, was diner for tonight. I located the place claiming the 'The Best Ajiaco in The World', first pointed out during the city walking tour  I enjoyed this afternoon. Braggadocio I thought and of course I have nothing to compare it to, but the three potato and chicken soup with corn, served with avocado and rice did not disappoint. They also claim the same for their hot chocolate.The ajiaco convinced me to go back to try it.

On reflection it doesn't look as appetizing as it tasted, better that than the reverse.

Spanish lessons start Monday. No word on El Burro's arrival yet.

Cheers. T2