Bogota is a dream for sightDOING if you only know where to look. This is a city that rewards travelers who know what to look for and disappoints those who expect to show up and hope for the best. These twists to traveling to Bogota Colombia transformed my trip from “just another city” to one where I fully expect to return. Traveling to Bogota Colombia
Is Bogota Safe? (Spoiler Alert: I’m Undecided)
Standing in Parque de los Periodistas, my first Bogota tour guide told me, “The biggest danger you’ll face in Bogota is the traffic.” Sure enough, the city is chaotic with cars weaving in and out of lanes and pedestrians never have the right of way. I wasn’t 100% convinced that traffic would be my only worry, but hearing him say that put my mind at ease.
Traveling Smarter (Because Life Happens)
This is a paid endorsement. All opinions are my own. * * * I don’t remember much from my 2005 Bogota stopover, but I do remember guns. Machine guns. And lots of them, everywhere I looked, all supposedly for “my own security.” Colombia has a history of being a violent country and a dark place to visit. But today? It’s the new,
A Guide to Tejo in Bogota Colombia
There are things that sound like a good idea and then there are things that sound like a bad idea when traveling. Take tejo, fondly referred to as Colombia’s national sport. Locals get together to drink — heavily — and then throw metal pucks at triangle-shaped explosives made from gunpowder. I had to see it, so piling into a taxi to head to a semi-shady bar
7 Days in Bogota for $1000: Yes, It’s Possible!
I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be rich. To have deep pockets where I don’t really have to worry what things cost or keep a running budget in my head. Maybe that’s why I loved Bogota: it’s so darn cheap that I felt like I was rich for a week! Of course, when 1 US dollar is equivalent to 3,000+ Colombian
Oops, I Did it Again! A Hike to Remember in Bogota
No doubt about it, I’ve made some bad calls when traveling, like trying to climb a volcano the morning after the worst case of travel food poisoning I’ve ever had. Or the first time I went backcountry camping in Virginia. It was only a 14.4 mile trail (a baby compared to what Mike and I do now), but I packed twice as much gear as