Bogota, from my perspective, was a tough city to penetrate. Its big city vibes reminded me of Miami, with its diverse graphical representation across elements of the city – graffiti everywhere, unique building designs, and art and museums in random corners. The people, in regular places, are harsh and unwilling to compromise with an English speaker. Honestly, I don’t think they receive too many tourists. Bogota is a place for work, for grinding, for focusing on the task at hand, not babying an outsider into enjoying their concrete jungle.
NFL Conference Championship Football. I'm not used to this concept. I'm from South Florida, so I'm likelier to wake up in a bubble bath with Donald and Hillary playing footsie underwater and exchanging pleasantries via blackberry email over Big Mac's and mimosa's than I am to attend an AFC Championship involving my Dolphins. Most of us enjoy the contests casually, not everyone though. Apparently, some put their Big-J Journalist hats on and turn into Fireball Mario (or Maria) on Bath Salts tossing ridiculous, over-the-top, liquid-hot-magma takes aimlessly in every direction.
Colombia's gateway to the Caribbean. Full of flavor, characters and colorful architecture.
You see that's what I was told. And I’m sure anybody visiting Cartagena and only staying in Getsamani, a district of Cartagena would say.
Before you read any deeper and before I explore more into my repulsion of Cartagena I should tell you that I was there to do business be that illegal business.