BOGATA DAY TWO
Again, after breakfast in our Airbnb, we headed out for the Plaza del Paloquemoa, a huge wholesale market for vegetables, fruits, meat and almost everything else.
Again we walked by the street vendors for forty minutes and then took a taxi the twenty minutes to the market in very slow, stop and go traffic for only $3. In the crowded market we wandered the narrow aisles and brought fruits that we never see in Asheville—leechies, custard apples, mangosteens and something sweet and sour that looked vaguely like a tomato outside and tasted nothing like a tomato inside.
We ate at a small restaurant where a standard meal was orange juice, vegetable soup and a combination of roasted chicken, mashed sweet potato and rice for less than $6. I brought half back for supper.
Some day we will figure out how the famed rapid bus system works, but we took a taxi home to our Airbnb for another $3.
Above us three floors is a large party with a band on the rooftop with a view of all of Bogata that is shaking the glasses in our cupboard. Far below us in the street next to our building is another band filling the street with sound. Bogata rocks on Friday nights. We were told not to go out at night, but we are not even tempted, after a full day we will again go bed early and then be off to a flea market tomorrow. Yesterday the 8500 foot altitude with the Andes above us, made my 87 year old legs burn. But today I am getting used to it. The taxies helped.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 