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.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Bogota, Columbia
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.
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.