So, after waiting for our truck to make its way from Seattle to Bogota (about three months) and then watching it sit on the Embassy lot for another two months awaiting its dip plates- we're finally legit and have our very own vehicle in our apartment parking garage. While Tim and I don't plan to use it much for regular commuting, we've been looking forward to taking some weekend trips, or even just day trips, to explore the area. Last Saturday we started by heading up into the mountains of La Calera, the eastern spine of Bogota. I've been looking at this vertical barrier for months now, watching the car lights on the one road as they wind their way up into...? I didn't know. I've had daydreams of what it must look like "up there," and finally got to see it firsthand.
We found beautifully green and rolling (sometimes very steep) countryside with farms, sleepy small towns, fancy developments with golf resorts, roadside grill restaurants (parillas), weekend homes for Bogotanos and historic towns complete with legends of gold-filled lakes (El Dorado in Guatavita).
Let me show you around a bit:
|Nice local gentleman taking it easy in Guasca under the umbrella-trees|
|How many shades of green?|
|Roadside restaurant - vegetarians beware, it's a carn-fest here!|
|"Protect him - It could be your son!" to remind us not to run the cyclists off the road.|
|Uhhhh... what? Any ideas?|
Ah, the forgotten pleasures.
Although we visited the plaza of central Guatavita, quite a tourist attraction, we didn't hear the whole legend nor hike up to the gold-filled lake. That'll be for another weekend adventure.
In the meanwhile, it feels so nice to be normal again.