How NOT to spend a day in Bogota…

I just saw an old man walking with a limp outside the hostel and the sight of him made me cry. I get emotional when I’m tired, but when he saw me I just felt like a tool. I am just WAY too tired to be awake… but my problem is I can’t seem to sleep.  Instead I shall ramble to you, blog…

I’ve just had the most ridiculous few hours of my life.  I had every intention of going to the Gold Museum but when I got in the cab I realised I don’t even LIKE gold. It looks terrible on me and plus it reminds me of cheap market stalls and rich Arabs with more money than sense in Dubai, so I asked the driver to stop at a mall because it looked alright from the outside and I thought I might be able to buy a jumper because I was cold.

When I got inside the mall I was warm again and I couldn’t remember why I went, so I bought some hair bobbles that looked nice and then sat down in Crepes & Waffles.  I looked at the menu for maybe 20 minutes and then decided that choosing something was just way TOO HARD so I got up without ordering anything at all and went over the road to Subway, where I ordered a ham roll and felt like a shadow of a human as I dropped lettuce all over the table. And myself.

Then I went to the cinema… only when I queued up I realised again that I don’t speak Spanish and that all the movies were in Spanish with the exception of Lincoln, which I’ve already seen and while it would DEFINITELY edge me into dream-world I didn’t fancy paying $8 just to allow Daniel Day-Lewis the privilege, so I went to sit by the window and tried to remember what else I might need in the mall, which was when I realised that the answer was clearly wine.

The answer is always wine.

So I went looking for wine, only the supermarket was miles away and I ended up spending 10 minutes simply waiting to cross a road, breathing in bus fumes, which made me sad as well as even more tired, yet unable to sleep, seeing as I was standing up.

In the supermarket I remembered I needed some shampoo as I left mine at my last hostel, but I promptly forgot what I needed and came away instead with some plums. Now… I do like plums but not as much I need shampoo, and also conditioner and shower gel, but I guess the plums will have to do for now. And I did remember the wine, so at least I will be able to sleep now, after two glasses and perhaps another cry over the man with the limp outside.

Maybe I’ll go to the museum tomorrow.


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  1. Aw babe! You crack me up. I have definitely had those days. Specifically one in Seville on a Sunday when everything was closed, the tapas bar made me move tables three times, a random came and sat down with me, and a guy from Jamaica sang me “don’t worry be happy” then told me I was racist. The highs and lows of travel 🙂

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