So here I am sitting in the airport in Bogota Colombia It’s just a connector flight that I have so I don’t even get the proof of a stamp in my passport. Boo. And so far in all my travels, I think this is the lamest airport I’ve been in. I have 3 hours here and there isn’t even a bar!!! Ah well, on the positive side, I’M in COLOMBIA!!! I think it’s pretty cool for me. Alright, don’t move. I’m talking to myself here. My right earphone is on the fritz and it’ll cut out if I move.
When I first walked in through the gate to my connecting flight (the waiting area, I mean, that doesn’t have a bar) there were probably 20 military guys (really young, hot military guys) standing there waiting for those of us who are connecting internationally. I wonder if the military policia are as corrupt here as they are in Ciudad de Mexico. I have a sneaky suspicion that they are. I dunno, maybe it’s the whole cocaine thing.
It’s raining here right now at 7:40pm. I just heard a blast of thunder over the music I’m listening to at the moment. You know, you’d think by now I’d be used to people staring at me all the time, but maybe its just cuz I’m in unfamiliar territory.
We sit in the main hallway in chairs here at the Bogota International Airport I got body searched on my way in the door, but I guess when you go into your individual gates, you have to do the good scan again. Currently, there are people in line to go into the gate down the hall. And again, every time a person stops in front of me, they stare. I’m not sure if it’s the eyes, the tattoo or just that I’m that hideously ugly. LOL JK.
I’m almost finished my book and there’s no bookstore here. Hmmm… I have another 5 hour layover in Lima, so hopefully their waiting area is a little better. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining… This is exciting for me. I don’t even know what to expect when I get to Tacna. I hope Chris has a sign with my name on it. Cuz I don’t have a clue how I’m going to find him. Oops, moved my head.
Talking about observiness… I don’t get why people pimp themselves up for the airport. Here is me… sweatpants, t-shirt, hoodie, and running shoes. Here in front of me are girls with heels and tight uncomfortable jeans.If I have my information correct, this lineup is heading onto a flight to Madrid. It is a pretty long flight to be dressed like that I think. But hey, I’m not judging.
I remember when we were at the bus depot in Mexico City heading to Manzanillo and there was a couple there in the pajamas. Now THAT is riding in comfort.
I’m trying to read people’s passports as they pass me. Just out of sheer curiosity. But unfortunately, I can’t see that far.
Alright, that’s all for now. My flight leaves in 2 hours.
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