Mission almost failed: Bogotá and Costa Rica!

Bogotá deserved more than 2 days of visit in our minds. In the end we spent just one and a half trying to cover everything. The times when the hours were not important have gone a few weeks ago, when we bought our return ticket home. Everything has to be done in time now, with no delays or extra days of rest. I suppose this will mean less weight for the two of us...

This is what we could visit in Bogotá: the salt cathedral, at 30 km from the capital, the very central president´s palace with the additional checks of bags every time we crossed the near-by street, and the gold museum with ancient treasures for the different precolumbian cultures. One section included the gold found in ciudad perdida. Very small section though, I suppose the rest of the gold can be found in private collections or thieves pockets.

The salt museum was a total failure to Borja. For no particular reason, the inside the mine cathedral was very poorly illuminated. So that photos were very difficult to take. Most of them look very mystical because you can only see a bit of light in one corner and undefined shapes. Personally I prefer our own salt mines from sweet Romania, but nevertheless this was an experience.

In the beginning I suppose fanatic miners thought about building a small place to pray (we all know how superstitious they are). But this developped into a grandious project in which many colombian architects gave their touch to finally obtain the first (there are seven) national colombian wonder. As the mine is very large, close to the cathedral there is a conference room and they are also thinking about building a hospital. In short, a whole city project of living beneath the earth, without the reach of sun. I hope the mountain collapses...

And the most recent part of our jurney, our flight to Costa Rica, a true nightmare for our patience and health.

Explanation: due to a heavy fog, we could not land in San José (although we were like 10m above the ground when the pilot regreted our approach) and had to go to a nearby airport which happened to be Managua in Nicaragua. There we spent precious hours of deep hunger and upset minds to be told at 23 in the night that we had to go back to San José that night. We wanted to stay in Managua due to the fact that was better for our trip, but nothing could be done. All the screaming and claiming gave us money for a taxi to a central hotel. We are now heading to the Arenal Volcano, hoping for a better experience.