The Last Day in Bogota

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I write to you, again, from an early hour. It is 6:35 a.m. At 10 a.m. I fly out to Cartagena, a city on Caribbean coast. I am looking forward to it because Bogota´s weather is not what one would call ideal. Constant on and off rain, temperatures dipping below 50. Soon, it will be all sunshine and humidity.

Yesterday was not so action packed. I first had to buy a new digital camera. Then, I bought my very own Colombian cell phone! After that, I went back to the main plaza to retake photos. One lady, poor and aging, came up to me. I thought she was going to ask me for money, but I was wrong. Instead, she asked me for tylenol. Luckily for her, I had it in my pack.

I got hungry sometime shortly after the last event, and went to a place called Crepes & Waffles. I ordered a ham and cheese crepe, along with a drink that looked similar to a Caramel Frappucino. Move over Starbucks! The drink was delicious and the crepe even more so. It melted in my mouth. As the food assaulted my mouth with goodness, I thought that a place like that could do well in the U.S. I don´t really see that many Crepe places sprouting up around Long Island. Anyway, after that, I went for a walk down the busy Carrera Septima.

I went to the movies, by myself, and bought a ticket for la montaña embrujuada(Witch Mountain). The Spanish was too fast, so I left early to go back to the hostel.

Back at this humble abode, I sat down at a table with a couple of Israelis. One of them, I swear, looked a little like Jesus. So we talked about a wide variety of topics, but, of course, the most interesting part of the conversation occurred when we delved into the conflict with the Palestinians. Oh, and these Israeli´s may have looked like hippies, but they were Israeli soldiers and had fought in Lebanon. I wanted to test my little hypothesis about the dehumanization process between the Israelis and Palestinians. I asked something like this in a series of questions: “do Israeli´s think Palestinians are less than human”. They responded with an emphatic NO. They were very insistent, saying that there are only a few Israeli´s that think that way. Furthermore, they displayed a genuine concern(albeit not as much as they do for their own people) for the Palestinians stuck in this quagmire(i.e. children, women, old folks).

It is interesting that these guys, who have been in the trenches and are more directly affected by conflicts with the palestinians, are less hate-filled than many in the U.S. There was more to that conversation, and there were some gaping holes in logic that I let go, but it would be too vexing for my mind to analyze on vacation. After a while of hanging out in the lounge, I went beddie bye. Now, I go to the airport.

Enjoy Classes and Work!

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2 Responses to “The Last Day in Bogota”

  1. GWoodring Says:

    I had my camera stolen on my first night out in Spain. What a bummer. I didn’t even buy a replacement camera (I’m just too cheap, really) so I don’t have any photos from that trip. I guess I’ll just have to do it all over again. What a terrible thought, eh 😉 ?

  2. B-Ryan Says:

    Indeed, it is. I bought the replacement camera, but the memory card was shit. So pictures from cartagena and bogota are shitty to nonexistent. No worries, though, for i´ve got a camera for the best part: the 5 day jungle trek.

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