So, here we are in Bogotá and here you see the view from the hotel room. It's cloudy and, coming from the heat of Madrid, the 13 degrees Celsius here seem quite cold :-)
Leaving the door of the airport there are uncountable guys that want to offer you the transfer to the city. They are quite intrusive, trying to put their hands on your luggage and to tear you to their car, but everybody warns to never take one of those "taxis" as you most probably will end up somewhere without your belongings,and with bad luck, without your life. So we channeled the way to the official yellow cars and after a wild 50 minutes trip we finally reached our hotel.
Bogotá is a huge and loud city on an altitude of 2600m. I feel the lack of oxygen, sometimes it is hard to breath and it feels a bit as if you couldn't really fill the lungs with enough air. I smoke much less - I simply can't :-)
The hotel is nice, in the neighborhood "Candelaria" in the city center (people told us not to go to this area now because of the social problems, but it seems quiet. Anyway you cannot go outside when it's dark unless you take a taxi). The downside is that our room is in the top floor and there is no elevator. Finally reaching the top of the stairs I am completely out of breath, but I comfort myself with the idea that this for sure is good for the shape of my old ass. Don't worry: I wouldn't bother you with a before/after photo :-)