The Last Week!

I am back in Bogota for my last week of this long trip. Nearly five months has passed so you would think that my tan would be better than it is but it is what it is. This time next week I will be back in London and it is weird how much I am looking forward to it. I have never really felt this way on a trip before but a lot of the last two months has been spent looking forward to going home. I have become such an ungrateful traveller that I think it will be a long time before I put my backpack on for any extended amount of time. In fact, as part of my new 'try to be a grown up' plan, I have bought a suitcase on wheels to help me carry all my stuff home. There are other changes too... but most of these will come into force once I get back.

Lo siento, amigos...

I went to Peru, as some of you might have seen with the one solitary photo posted on facebook. It was cool. I was only in Cusco, Machu Pichu and then had one night in Lima before flying to Bogota. Cusco was beautiful though the hostel wasnt as nice as it could have been, the staff were a little cold and a couple shagged in the bunk below me for over an hour, despite many protests!

Machu Pichu looks exactly as it does in the photos. Which was a relief. It had been raining all night the night before I was due to go, I thought that I had left the shower on at one point. But fortunately it had stopped by the time I was due to go. And I had my first tour in English which was nice after two days of Spanish.

The journey to Lima was pretty long and nasty... 19 hours all in.. grrr! But when I arrived in Lima I met the nicest taxi driver, he didnt even try to rip me off which was nice. The hostel was in Miraflores, the posh part of town and I am not (too) ashamed to say that I celebrated my return to civilisation with a Burger King. It was fantastic!

However the air in Lima was really really really bad.. I was still coughing up a lung when I reached Bogota a few hours later. I have spent the last few days staying with my old language exchange partner in Bogota and we went to Villa de Leyva for the weekend with some friends which was really nice.

Now I am alone in Colombia for the first time in two years... and some things have changed... the perpetual cry of 'llamada llamada' seems to be a thing of the past and there are way more foreigners here than I remember. Some things remain the same though....the irresistable nature of me for starters... yes, the bus driver asked me out. I kinda knew that he would. He had been through the bus a few hours before asking for tickets, then I realised that it was only mine he wanted to see. Later he came back and ruffled my hair and asked me if I was bored and if I wanted to dance. Not on the bus I replied. So it wasnt a big surprise when he asked me out when we arrived in Manizales, he offered a massage and a hotel for the night... I almost went for it.. hjahahahah!

Also, I bought a bus ticket today and my name was recorded as 'Helen British' once again the Colombian confusion of my lack of surnames with my nationality.. cute!

Right, am going to finish my pizza now, expect more later:)