Bogota

Okay, this is just too good a blog to pass up. I cannot type much becuase I do not have much time.

True or False: I am currently blogging in Bogota, Columbia after getting frisked by someone who is probably in the FARC.

Answer: True

The past four hours of my life have been pretty damn hectic. When I arrived in Caracas from Maracaibo, I literally ran from the domestic gate to the international gate. When I got there he told me my flight was closed. The reason I was late was because of the friggin Venezuelan Airline that does not take e-tickets, but somehow sells them. Anyway, I had to plead with the man and tell him that I was a volunteer doctor and that they were waiting on me in Ecuador. (half-true) Anyway, they guy said, well do you have fifty bucks, then I said, that the reason I was late was because your airline took forever getting here, yada yada yada. It was the first time I had to speak heated in Spanish. Anyway, it was awesome. He eventually let me in without having to pay the extra fifty bucks. Then I ran all through the airport and made it to my flight. Anyway, I gotta go now because I think my flight to Quito is about to leave.

BLOG POINT: I just got frisked by the FARC!!!

P.S. The blog is dedicated to my dad. It turns out that we are our parents after all. I know my dad taught me sweet talking and hard talking, and that is the reason I made my connection. I am one hundred percent sure he would have made that connection as well.