Picdump: The Páramo or "I thought Bogotá was cold"

Colombia has been my home for quite a while now, but it never ceases to fascinate me. It is Semana Santa here, everything stands still in catholic Colombia. Except for the buses. So we took one to a strech of land called Páramo about 30 minutes outside of Bogotá. 

My day started in the early morning, packing my rubber boots (which in the end I did not even need), taking a quick shower and applying about four kilos of sunscreen (which in the end I did not need aswell) and took a taxi to the Transmilenio station called Tercer Milenio.

Man I have seen crazy, f****ed up places here in Bogotá, but Tercer Milenio set a new low.

Arriving there at about 8.30 in the morning, the first drugged up persons approached me and asked for money. One of them started puking right away, I guess to loosen up the mood a bit :P

Another guy sleeping in the middle of the sidewalk got woken up by some policemen and started throwing rocks at them right away. There was about 40 policemen in the street and a police station close by, so they chased him away and almost beat him up doing so. Meanwhile the lady working at the Transmilenio (basically a transport system consisting of buses, delays and thiefs) told me a bit about what she sees everyday working in such a neighbourhood... showing off her tazer she confirmed that it was not too nice.

About 50 homeless and 150 drug addicts later my friends showed up and we got to the bus to the Páramo.

They told me it would be cold.

They were right.

It was very cold.

And windy.

And wet.

Cold-windy-wet.

But awesome and worth every second of freezing 

:-)

We just walked up a mountain, stopped for a second at Dracula`s house (people were disappointed when I pointed out that he actually lived in Transilvania and that it can not be anything but a holiday lodge of him... if bats went transatlantic... or Vlad traveled by boat/submarine).

We kept on walking and, reaching the top of the mountain, we found a nice and windy place... with condom wrappers lying around.

I mean it was about 10°C, it was raining and the wind was crazy, it looked something like this:

How I imagine the situation went down:

She: "It is so cold Jésus"

He: "I have an idea Juanita, hold this"

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and so on...

No more talking, here we go!

 (haha he probably said that, too)