Life is But a Dream in La Candelaria
SUMMARY: Crime and indigente nuisances are way down in La Candelaria. I explain why.
I’ve written extensively on the crime situation in La Candelaria in these posts: Contributed Story: Hangin’ Tough in La Candelaria, Contributed Story: La Candelaria Pickpocket FAIL, La Candelaria in Pictures, Why I Hate Downtown Bogota, Crime and the Bogota Mentality, and My 1st Mugging in Colombia, I’ve written how bad crime was. WAS. As in past tense, not anymore. I have to go back to all those posts and link to this one, because La Candelaria is different.
After moving out of Chapinero, I moved into Hostal Fatima in La Candelaria. I noticed I was rarely getting asked for change or offered drugs. One of the gringos I knew at another hostel confirmed the neighborhood’s changed since last year. … Read more
Riot at Colombia’s National University
SUMMARY: Pictures and video of a riot at Colombia’s national university.
Alternate Title: My 2nd Time Tear-Gassed in Colombia
While Universidad de los Andes is the most prestigious in Colombia, the national university is actually ranked higher. One of the national university’s claims to fame comes from its former rector and recent presidential candidate, Antanas Mockus. He once mooned a disorderly crowd of students. … Read more
My 2nd Time Bribing Cops in Colombia
SUMMARY: Short dittie about my 2nd time busted smoking weed on the street with The Mick.
This story happened within a day or two after I published the story on my first time bribing cops in Colombia. Although that story occurred months before publishing it, I shied away from writing up this one because I would’ve felt like a dumb shit and a loser for having essentially the same story happen twice.
I quit drinking for over six months in Colombia. Toward the end, I started smoking weed every day all day to get by. That habit stuck after a month in the States and returning to Colombia in January. My smoking started to stink up the apartment building, annoying the neighbors. One day one of them said something about it to me and I decided not to smoke in the apartment anymore. … Read more
Sorreros: How to Move in Bogota
SUMMARY: Pictures of a sorrero, a cart guy, helping me move from my Chapinero apartment.
The Mick Throws a Party
SUMMARY: The Mick throws a party, slaps a guest.
April 30 I moved out of my Chapinero apartment. I moved my heavy things into The Mick’s apartment. After we finished moving my things, I treated him to dinner. We got drunk on aguardiente and hit on chicks around Carrera 8 south of Calle 60.
May 1 I woke up on his couch around 10am. He was having a beer and rolling a joint. I couldn’t go anywhere because it was pouring rain. We got stoned. Pechonorme showed up around noon. She invited us to lunch. She took us to Paisa Consulado, a seemingly authentic Antioqueño eatery on Carrera 11 south of Calle 72. I had a delicious bandeja paisa, which I noted cost over 20,000 pesos. While enjoying my food, I decided to have sex with Pechonorme to positively reinforce her buying me lunch. … Read more
My 1st Orgy in Colombia
SUMMARY: The Mick brought me a Colombian cougar to have sex with.
After my shower of cocaine and shady Colombians evening, I woke up Sunday afternoon extremely hung over. Instead of suffering, I decided to drink through it. I stocked up on beer and aguardiente and planned to write all day. I published the aforementioned post around 9pm.
At 10pm there was a knock on the door. The Mick was so drunk (he’s also started drinking again) he couldn’t walk straight without leaning on the woman he had with him. This little cougar was between 40 – 45 years old, but definitely hot. Her breasts were so big that I’ll call her Pechonorme. The shirt she was wearing was under considerable strain in holding all the boobs in. Strangely, the rest of her body was slim. The only fat on her was in her enormous breasts. … Read more
A Shower of Cocaine and Shady Colombians
SUMMARY: I got drunk and did cocaine with a couple shady people in a shady club.
Saturday night I went out drinking with an American guy, a Colombian-American girl, her boyfriend, and a few of her local cousins. We started drinking at Pola Rosa and then moved to Irish Pub. The girls wanted to dance so we went looking for a club.
We paid 10,000 pesos to go into a place offering an open bar, but they ran out of booze just as we got in. It was a hip hop scene packed with 18 year-olds. So we left. At the next club we danced and drank aguardiente. I was quite drunk so I don’t remember why we left the second club, but we found ourselves standing in the street. I somehow met a guy on the street named Silvio. He told us about a club that’s open late, so we all jumped into a taxi and went. Silvio plus our original group of 7.
