I’m just gonna start off by saying that I’m drinking wine from now on instead of water because there is some type of baby toxin floatin’ around that I DO NOT WANT. I guess I am at the age where people are settling down… or moreso just settling. But this baby epidemic is about to give me and my Instagram account a damn heart attack.
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.
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.