Getting to Bogota, Colombia, Sept 8-9

Well, ok, so there was a tense time in the airport.  The printed expedia itinerary of a flight from Bogota to Buenos Aires in November as proof that we weren´t planning on living in Colombia forever didn´t fly.  So, in order to get on the red-eye flight to New York, we did end up having to buy a refundable ticket out of Colombia.  Thankfully, we got there about two hours ahead of the flight.  And, thankfully, the Delta supervisor at the check-in counter seemed to take the challenge on quite happily and did the work of finding a ticket.  Ian is his name.  I want to send in some sort of ¨thank you¨ to him.  A great guy from Toronto, by the time the conversation was over he knew that I was going to looking up the house our familiy lived in when I was 5-8 years old and had related his experience of doing the same in Toronto.


We arrived in New York about 6-7a.m.  Slept OK.  We took the train into Manhattan, got off at about 14th & 8th (??) and walked until we found a place to have breakfast, then went through the overly visually stimulating Times Square and landed on a bench in Central Park.  There was a short nap before heading back south for a whirl wind walk by of ground zero and the financial district.

Duane´s namesake Rite-Aid type chain.

 
The flight to Bogota was completely uneventful.  I watched Midnight in Paris in Spanish while Duane slept.

After the requisite lengthy immigration & customs process, the taxi drive to the Platypus Hostal had Duane rather entertained with both the speed & lack of attention to things like stop signs.  It was really nothing compared to my experience of Lima, so maybe this was a good place to start.

VMeister