Bogota and beyond
We’d left London in the rain as the torrential storms were coming to an end and just to make us feel at home we arrived in Bogota (not the most appealing name) in torrential rain. Bogota is big and congested and the half hour taxi ride to our hotel was in thick traffic the whole way. The traffic was heavy all day but at night the roads were completely empty, almost as if a curfew was in place. The following day arrived with a view southwards from six floors up onto a cityscape bathed in sunshine which we’ve now had almost the whole time since. On the way we’d spent some hours at a virtually deserted Terminal 5 on those special airport seats. The ones with the design brief that ‘they must look stylish but the prime consideration is that they must be uncomfortable’. The Terminal 5 ones had met the brief to perfection. Just as our flight was about to board we heard the dreaded words “would passenge...