Walking around we couldn't help but notice that the streets looked nice and clean, buildings were architecturally interesting, roadways were decorated and often done in brick or cobblestone, and the plentiful graffiti on the buildings was very well done and elaborate (in fact we think we found the work of someone who did a mural in Valparaiso, Chile, what do you think? Images below). Still, we couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad could happen at any time - quite a few sketchy characters hanging around, way too may armed police and military... We didn't wander too far from the area atop the hill (apparently a popular spot for muggings) and were happy to get back to our Hostel after the ride back down.
While we ate dinner we watched the action going on outside. It was pretty quiet, but there was definitely a different group of people coming out. There were even more police and military guys wandering around, walking or on segway scooters, some of them with massive Rottweilers wearing muzzles. There were also a lot of scary looking people out and about, some alone and some in groups. There were still a few other tourists around, though usually in groups of two or more. We were getting a very sketchy vibe, probably having something to do with the guy we had just encountered. But we finished our food and walked back to the hostel. The walk back was fine, but mostly because there were police guys on every corner. It was nice to get back and hide away for the rest of the evening.
We rode the colectivo and bus back together and then walked all the way back to our hostels, which happened to be directly across the street from each other. We decided to do a team dinner and picked up some groceries on the way. We all went and chilled out for a bit and then met up at their hostel to make some two bean chili, then came over to our hostel to sit down in the bar area and eat. We had a blast! Helen and I drank two bottles of red wine and Andrew and Steve had a few beers each. By the end of the second bottle of wine I figured out that I was pretty drunk, which I blamed on the elevation (Bogotá sits at 2600 m above sea level), and went to bed.
Be chili where you want,