To a bar? A whores bar! I climbed Cerro de Monserrate in the afternoon to have a cool overview of the city. Well now that is a lie. I took the cable car up, which did the climbing. That was kind of a misleading sentence. Meet the gringo superstar! After I got back to the hostel I snuck my bags that were in the registration room into one of the dorm rooms and locked them in a locker, exactly as I was told not to do.
I did not know if I would be staying with my friends or coming back to the hostel at night so I did not want to pay for a bed unnecessarily. But that meant I had no locker. So that meant I had to be scandalous. I am not interested in anyone borrowing my passport and money belt.
I waited until one of the guys working was chatting to a friend on his laptop, and until the other guy was busy on the internet. I moved my bags inconspicuously. I dashed out the door. Diego is four days from being a completely licensed pilot and Saul works with software for major companies. Those two live one block from each other in this massive city of 7.
It is pure coincidence their families have houses so close together. They actually met in London. That have been best friends since. So cool. There are things that are really special when travelling. One is meeting friends from one part of your world a different part of the world. The other is going to the places in the world where friends that you have met somewhere else are from and seeing their lives.
That is special. The standard of living in Colombia is nothing like I could have ever expected. I was expecting shanty-town shacks. My friends here live in houses that would be nice even if they were in uber-modern Germany. We shared our life stories from three years ago until now and drank a lot of aguardiente. I told them I needed to be careful as I can drink beer for three days straight but get incredibly drunk from hard liquor. I asked the boys if they like the taste of aguardiente. We went to a bar after six beer and one liter of aguardiente.
