It was 10pm amd crowds of people were clustered everywhere – drunk singing, climbing on car roofs, honking horns and shouting at the confused collection of gringos. It felt crazy. The policeman looked at me aghast, “We’ll take you in the police van” he said in Spanish, “you can’t stay here”.
With trepidation, I headed to Bogotá. Not only was the temperature going to plummet but having left Reid behind, I was going to have to make new friends.