After a quick stop-over in Miami wherein we indulged in our favorite 9th grade past time of eating Wendy’s, we arrived in Bogota. We pre-coordinated with a friend of a friend named Nestor for an airport pick-up. Nestor is a driver/tour guide/new best friend who we spent some quality time with this evening while he introduced us to the city. We paid him $30 for the airport pick-up which is substantially higher than just grabbing a taxi, but we decided it was worth it for one evening. We even had the pleasure of seeing our names on a fancy sign upon arrival.
After checking into our hotel, Nestor came back about an hour later and took us out and about. We ate our first Colombian empanadas and found local beverages. We quickly started to feel the 8,000 ft elevation - thank.you.very.much.nausea. We walked around the super touristy and upscale neighborhoods of Zona T and Rosa while Nestor explained to us that we would be constantly approached thanks to our blonde hair, aka “mona”. He wasn’t lying. Despite being with Nestor we were approached by a super eager gentleman who tried in earnest to convince us to attend his restaurant opening on Friday. He was also worried as to why two younger ladies were walking around with an older man and began asking how we met and why we were with him. We kindly explained that Nestor was our Uncle through marriage and bid the restaurateur farewell…..On our way back to the hotel, Nestor taught us about identifying hookers and explained that a high-end prostitute in Bogota usually charges about $400 an hour. We feel enlightened with all our new knowledge and have high hopes for what new lovely facts we will learn about tomorrow.