In any case, this post is concerning events that transpired on the night of 12 Agosto 2009.
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The Bible told us that if we wanted to meet some college-aged Colombians we should head down to a block by Carrera 41. We got there and found ourselves on a small block with about three bars/clubs and not many people.
Lugar 1: A gated bar and restaurant with a bunch of guys laughing outside and people dancing inside. This looked like a pretty fun place to sit down for a while.
Lugar 2: Wannabe Lugar 1, menos gente con menos anos. A large bar with nothing on it and a missing bartender. About two people dancing.
Lugar 3: A staircase with blaring music and an obnoxious green light. Two people inside that could not hear what each other were saying.
Claro, we decided on Lugar 1. We tried entering through the gate but the bouncer stopped us. We didn´t have any females with us so we weren´t allowed to enter. This didn´t make any sense because the place wasn´t even filled.
We walked five paces to Lugar 2 and sat down inside. A bartender appeared after a few minutes and we had a round of Aguila. It was pretty quiet inside so we walked outside onto the patio. We ordered a small bottle of Absolut, which was served with a warm bottle of orange juice. While drinking this we noticed a group of three to our right. I started talking to the third wheel, because I felt bad that her friend and her friend´s boyfriend were completely ignoring her. I soon found out that she was 17. I´m not sure what gave this away first, the fact that she said her favorite things to do were, ¨Pasar un rato con mis amigo, ir al cine y tomar (Hang out with friends, go to the movies, and drink),¨ or her actually telling me her age. I didn´t feel like talking to her, but was essentially forced to by Neil and Lewis. We left a short while after.
While I was on the plane from the States, I met a friend named Antonio who said that a good place to check out was la Zona T, cerca del Parque 93. We took a taxi there, and quickly realized that this was probably one of the most expensive places to go out in Bogota.
When we got there, Lewis and I both had to pee. Neil stood guard while we ran down into a tiled driveway. As soon as we got to the bottom, an alarm went off and we got the hell out. For whatever reason we decided on a loud bar about a block away.
I thought I was at a New Year´s Party at 12:01 a.m. There were streamers all of the floor, a huge TV screen, and hundreds of people dancing - on the dance floor, on tables, on each other. The beers were eight dollars, which was ridiculous but we had them anyway. The place was a lot of fun, but by that point we were pretty tired, and only stayed for about an hour or two. We talked to a few people before heading home. Our taxi driver didn´t say anything on the ride home, and seemed pretty angry in the rearview mirror.
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