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”.
Expectations were high for my next city stop but regardless I couldn’t have been more delighted to disembark from the sea-sick inducing 10 hour bus through the mountains from Bogotá. If you can fly this cheap, short distance, do it! My arrival was also rather momentous as I had what now felt like a long lost friend waiting for me at the terminal, ready to help me navigate Medellin’s streets and lug my overweight bag around town. 😊
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.