Back in Bogotá, well, sort of

Six years after our last visit, we once again landed at El Dorado International Airport, eager to explore a bit more of Bogotá before the sunset. However, once off the plane, we found ourselves in one of the longest immigration lines that I have seen in my life, with the staff informing us that it would take several hours until we would be on the other side. After a long flight, and with our internal clocks already approaching midnight, we decided to play it safe and remain airside.

While obviously disappointing, not getting kidnapped in Colombia or missing our connecting flight to Buenos Aires both remain high up on our list, so instead of our promised evening stroll through gay-friendly Chapinero, we can now look forward to lounge guacamole and plane spotting, the latter featuring Emirates and lots of Avianca planes in addition to our Turkish Airlines plane which is about to continue to Panama any minute now. On the flight, I worked for about six hours before watching some light entertainment in the form of The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare which is sure to satisfy any Ian Flemming-fan.