It burned, burned, burned, that Bogota sun.

This is Plaza de Bolivar in the Candalaria district of Bogota, which is the old town and fantastic. There are little cafes everywhere, the streets are narrow and full of color, and to the north the mountains beckon. We spent the morning walking around enjoying the 70F weather.

There is some great graffiti in the area as well.

Here are some funky old toilets in a renovated house that will be turned into a botique mall. We met Andy, a local, through Couchsurfing.com and had drinks with the Bogota chapter that gets together every day of the week for some kind of meeting or another. Monday is English night, Tuesday is French, Wednesday is German and there are poker and soccer meetings as well. Great people. We had a great time and then crashed on Andy's couch, well, his floor anyway, and met his family and they are all Angela size and very sweet.
Today we are badly sunburnt and headed out to see more of the city, a few museums and churches and eat some delicious empenadas. Saboroso! We have sunblock now and wish we had it yesterday because we look like red faced idiots. Viva los gringos de Alaska!
Tomorrow we fly to Cartagena which burns with the heat of 10,000 suns. It has been suggested we find a hotel with a pool of sunblock to swim in. Very funny Andy, come to Alaska and we'll show you -40F you little punk.