I'm in Columbia for goodness sake. How did that happen?
Bogota is at an altitude of 2,600 meters which gives it a pleasantly cool climate after the heat of central America.
It didn't take long for my first run-in with the Columbian police. Twenty minutes after collecting my bike from the airport and I was pulled over. In Columbia motorcyclists have to wear a flourescent jacket with their numberplate printed on the back (in an effort to reduce ride-by shootings). I obviously don't have one, but fortunately I managed to talk my way out of it.
One of the local specialities is chocolate santafereno - hot chocolate served with bread and cheese which you dunk. Its a slightly more pleasant combination than I imagined.