Travel days are not much fun. My watch says I got two and a half hours of sleep in the first flight. I think I nodded off a few times my watch didn't catch. The short, squat woman beside me was leaning into my space which out parts of me in the aisle. Being in the last row beside the WC I got bumped a lot.
We arrived in Panama and firt my first time I was in and out of the new Terminal 2. It is new, spacious and I'm happy to not have to go to the cramped Terminal 1. The lounge was nice too.
To Bogota I had the window and saw some imposing mountains, the Magdalena and a lot of what we rode on earlier trips.
I landed in Bogota to the best weather I have ever experienced here. Warm and sunny, but not too hot.
Immigration was a breeze and my bike beat me to baggage claim. I should have gotten cash at the ATMs before Customs but went into the main Terminal and it was a lot more crowded.
I tried to get a SIM but it looks like my phone is blocked. This is going to be a pain. I thought about bringing a second phone and it turns out I should have. I may have to live off of WiFi for a while. In Colombia you are supposed to register your phone to prevent theft. That usually gives you a few weeks and last January must have put me over.
I got to the hotel by cab because I was standing on the wrong level and got tired of waiting. My instructions from the hotel said "door 5 lane 2" but they meant level 2. I accidentally gave the cab coordinator a very large tip when I mistook a 5 Euro note for a COP 5 mil.
At the hotel I checked in, got cleaned up, build my bike and waited for the guys to come in from Toronto at 5pm. Didn't hear anything when I expected and thought this is taking longer than it should. Turns out Alpha's bike was still in Toronto. This was catastrophic news.
When they got to the hotel on the shuttle I did not find. We discussed over dinner at the hotel how to proceed. Dinner was actually pretty good this time. I do have to remember not to order beef h steaks here. The flavor is good but they can be pretty tough. I guess that's what happens when you let animals run around.
Alpha's bike was supposed to catch a flight tomorrow. We would start after shipping our boxes and he would take an Uber or something to meet us in Tocaima. Fingers crossed.
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