Pipper down, we have a Pipper down

Our Colombia trip crown jewel is a 4 day hike into the Parque Nacional Natural Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta to visit La Cuidad Perdida ... but one does not step off a plane unto a burro and just begin... one has to eeeease themselves into the cultural hot tub, one toe at a time.
Our metaphorical toe dip involves getting lost in the first city...
We landed in Bogota mid afternoon and immediately jumped on a metro heading "centro de la ciudad donde está la acción"

Our toesys were not disappointed...

One of the best things about South America... the street food absolutely kills...
Started with a little grilled corn on the cob...

Finished off with fresh mango with lemon juice...

Well feed, we continued to explore...
Hamish, a mad Scotsman, who's calling was to bring the world the sweet sweet sounds of his bagpipe, busking the mean streets, doing more for Scots / Colombian relations than any UN summit could hope for.

Searching for the next Bobby Fisher...

The graffiti and sidewalk art is out of this world funky... Banksy has nothing on "ski jumping sumo"

By now, it is nearing the witching hour, the freaks are starting to arrive... the electric bus, non stop from funky town...

Plenty of randoms, dressed up as "giant metal robots who move when you drop a coin in the jar", but this guy definitely turned that concept to an 11... kiss the baby, or he'll HAUNT YOUR DREAMS... ha ha ha ha... Heather woke up this morning screaming "BABY clown, BABY clown!!!"

Of course the piece de resistance had to be the guinea pig races / bet.
Pretty simple really... kinda like fantasy sports with small rodents.
Multiple plastic "homes" for the pig... you bet on which one he will go to...

I am actually typing this blog entry whilst sitting on the sidewalk the next day... upside of getting lost, super cool adventures to be had... downside of getting lost, still trying to work out this damn transit map...