. . . . but here is the reality!
We arrived in Bogota, via Quito, 30 minutes late at 6pm but it might as well have been midnight as the heavens had opened and it was pitch black. We rescued our sodden bags from the carousel and cleared immigration to be met be Fabio our rep. He provided HJ with a broken brolly and we squelched down the road to await our limo (i.e. car). This duly arrived with steamed up windows and what we think was his girlfriend driving. Fabio was more of the skippy school of driving rather than L Hamilton and for the next hour we hopped along roadworks and deep puddles until he declared we had arrived at the historic centre. Mercifully the rains had stopped and we took our sodden selves and bags to reception. Fabio bade a fond farewell and left us in the hands of the receptionist who got us to our room (number 13)! We discovered that their restaurant was not open in the evening but their Gourmet Express would be open for the next 20 minutes and would provide wine and sandwiches. We managed to secure two glassses of vino blanco but the sandwiches on display looked well past their sell by. So plan B swung into action. A packet of pringles and the duty free gin with sprite in our room is our evening meal. At least the wi-fi is good and HJ will be losing even more weight! Tommorrow is another day!
PS: we didn't want to venture out in th dark and and neither would you if you'd read about what our FootPrint guide says about safety and Bogota (remember Bobby Moore and the gold bracelet!).
We arrived in Bogota, via Quito, 30 minutes late at 6pm but it might as well have been midnight as the heavens had opened and it was pitch black. We rescued our sodden bags from the carousel and cleared immigration to be met be Fabio our rep. He provided HJ with a broken brolly and we squelched down the road to await our limo (i.e. car). This duly arrived with steamed up windows and what we think was his girlfriend driving. Fabio was more of the skippy school of driving rather than L Hamilton and for the next hour we hopped along roadworks and deep puddles until he declared we had arrived at the historic centre. Mercifully the rains had stopped and we took our sodden selves and bags to reception. Fabio bade a fond farewell and left us in the hands of the receptionist who got us to our room (number 13)! We discovered that their restaurant was not open in the evening but their Gourmet Express would be open for the next 20 minutes and would provide wine and sandwiches. We managed to secure two glassses of vino blanco but the sandwiches on display looked well past their sell by. So plan B swung into action. A packet of pringles and the duty free gin with sprite in our room is our evening meal. At least the wi-fi is good and HJ will be losing even more weight! Tommorrow is another day!
PS: we didn't want to venture out in th dark and and neither would you if you'd read about what our FootPrint guide says about safety and Bogota (remember Bobby Moore and the gold bracelet!).
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