bogota recovery

Julien and I arrived smack in the middle of the night, staggering from the curvy too hot, too cold bus. We piled into a taxi like zombies and sighed with relief when we checked into a hostel and crashed to bed. The plan was to get up early and head out for the salt cathedral since it was Julienīs last day before flying out...but I ended up sleeping in until 2:30 in the afternoon, essentially messing up any chance of going.

Instead we self medicated with nutella and banana crepes and checked out the gold museum instead. This was as I expected--overall a good museum filled with (surprise!) gold artefacts from the local indigenous past civilizations, but particularly exhausting because somehow my stomach was upset AGAIN. I wobbled back to the hostel and lay in bed feeling like I was going to die, moaning at julien to get me a 7up.

The next day Julien flew off back to cold and freezing canada, so I took the day to take care of some errands and generally recuperate. I was delighted to find a message from Sarah the Kiwi, the girl who stuck around for my birthday in La Paz. She had made an INSANE trek from argentina all the way to colombia, and would be meeting me in Medellin over the next couple of days. hurrah!

The next day i begrudgingly checked out the Salt Cathedral over in Zipaquira. I figured as a day trip it would be doable, only to find out later that for 2 hours at the cathedral I spent something like 4 hours in transit. Bus to bus to taxi, then in reverse, combined with getting lost and accidentally passing 15 stops past the one I should have been on. The cathedral itself was also only so so...iīm not really sure what I expected, but I think after seeing the legit mines in bolivia, the gussied up ones seemed pretty mediocre.