Hola, Bogotá

We arrive misty Bogotá tonight after a nice short 5 hour direct flight. It never seize to amaze me that it takes less than a NY-Cali flight to get to somewhere totally far away like Colombia. Distance is truly a perspective of the mind. Unlike all previous trips ever taken to date, this one I'm flying totally blind. Senseshan did all the planning so he's tour-guiding all 9 of us around what looks to be quite a shock-full-o-active-outdoor-fun trip. Excited. Now I must figure out where the eff I am in relation the world. :) Bogotá airport was really, really small. For a capitol of a country, it feels kind of weird. A domestic airport in a province of Thailand is bigger than Bogotá airport. This is probably the size of a local runway in New Hampshire. Note to travelers: there are no ATMs @ the airport. You must exchange your currency at the booth, eat the 5% fee, and work it out later at the hotel/hostel or city centers. One really good and totally unexpected observation at the airport is that there aren't many cab/tourist hustlers here. You know the type - that sketch looking dudes that try to talk you into taking the weird cab or some tour or some timeshare bullshit. After so much traveling I've come to almost expect them to be around. Here, there's a proper and super friendly cab dispatcher. Bag helpers wear suits. Strange, yet oddly pleasant. 30 min later we arrive at Celebrity Suites hotel. Super nice and not expensive. Well, actually I'm not sure how expensive it is. Typically anywhere that gives you a little bottle of hair conditioner tend to be above my price grade for adventure travel. Picture of Marilyn Monroe is from a wall decor in our room on night 1. People here are ridiculously nice. Can't tell yet if that's because I'm a snotty new yorker or they are actually nice. More to come ...

We arrive misty Bogotá tonight after a nice short 5 hour direct flight. It never seize to amaze me that it takes less than a NY-Cali flight to get to somewhere totally far away like Colombia. Distance is truly a perspective of the mind. Unlike all previous trips ever taken to date, this one I'm flying totally blind. Senseshan did all the planning so he's tour-guiding all 9 of us around what looks to be quite a shock-full-o-active-outdoor-fun trip. Excited. Now I must figure out where the eff I am in relation the world. :)

Bogotá airport was really, really small. For a capitol of a country, it feels kind of weird. A domestic airport in a province of Thailand is bigger than Bogotá airport. This is probably the size of a local runway in New Hampshire. Note to travelers: there are no ATMs @ the airport. You must exchange your currency at the booth, eat the 5% fee, and work it out later at the hotel/hostel or city centers. One really good and totally unexpected observation at the airport is that there aren't many cab/tourist hustlers here. You know the type - that sketch looking dudes that try to talk you into taking the weird cab or some tour or some timeshare bullshit. After so much traveling I've come to almost expect them to be around. Here, there's a proper and super friendly cab dispatcher. Bag helpers wear suits. Strange, yet oddly pleasant.
30 min later we arrive at Celebrity Suites hotel. Super nice and not expensive. Well, actually I'm not sure how expensive it is. Typically anywhere that gives you a little bottle of hair conditioner tend to be above my price grade for adventure travel. Picture of Marilyn Monroe is from a wall decor in our room on night 1. People here are ridiculously nice. Can't tell yet if that's because I'm a snotty new yorker or they are actually nice.

More to come ...