Bogota Colombia Bull Fighting
Another stop on the bike tour was the bullfighting ring. Apparently, the season is short, January and February, as there a no local Colombian bull fighters and all of the bull fighters seem to come from Spain during the off-season. We stopped at the bull ring for a while, got out the bull-on-a-wheel and proceeded to have a good time a indulge in a photo opportunity.
Bogota Colombia Gaming
I’m not sure what you call it. I probably should call Mike and ask him. At the end of the tour we all had the option of going to a fairly dodgy local environment to play a game of ????? (someone help me here). Anyway, the objective is to throw a rather heavy iron ball about 50 feet into a pit of clay that has targets. Yeah, I know, that’s not so interesting. The interesting part is that the targets explode. Literally. They explode with enough emphasis to get your attention. Fortunately for me, the guys I was with weren’t very good at making the targets explode. They did really well with the cerveza, though.
Bogota Colombia Central Park
I wound up at Bogota’s Central Park during my bike ride. What did I see there? Hundreds of children. Some of them really short. As in barely walking short. That’s pretty short. This is just one shot of all of those kids. There were hundreds more. Did I fear for my safety? No. Did I fear for my sanity? Absolutely. Thank goodness there was lots of armed security personnel to protect me. Then again, there’s lots of armed security personnel everywhere in Bogota.
Bogota Colombia Hostel Breakfast
From left to right we have toast with butter and jam, sugar frosted flakes, coffee and fruit. This is what I had every morning after waking up in my $12 hostel dorm room. I figure the breakfast, included in the price of the room, had to be worth a couple of bucks. Make no mistake, my estimate of the value of the meal has to be on the low side. The coffee alone was worth at least a dollar. It was excellent and I could have all I wanted. I believe that I could have gotten more than one serving of the toast, cereal and fruit as well, had I chosen to do so. But, there’s no sense in making a pig of myself. At least not over cereal, toast and fruit.
