Anyway... Colombia!
After a shaky start (delayed flight, tortuous crawl through immigration, dodgy midnight transportation issues etc) we soon fall in love with Bogota.
We have a stylish rooftop AirB&B in artsy/boho La Candelaria, a neighbourhood our guidebook describes as a living museum. Colonial churches rub shoulders with modern galleries, the city's main university campus and a whole bunch of grungy bars and eateries. Yes, this'll do nicely.
Just two minutes from our digs is the Museo Botero a wonderful space filled mainly with the work of Medellin born Fernando Botero.
In addition to paintings of corpulent Colombians there are bronze and marble sculptures of chubby cats and pudgy birds. They're a bit marmite to be honest; I love the humour, colour and chutzpa of his work but Wend isn't so sure.
On one side of the colonial house, which surrounds a lovely courtyard, is the artist's personal collection of European art, including works by Picasso, Klimt and Bacon. It's some place.
Later we sign up for a graffiti tour which takes us to some of the edgier parts of town.
Our guide, Carlos, is everything you expect a graffiti geek to be - cool, passionate and incredibly knowledgable on his subject.
It's a fascinating way to spend a few hours and we're blown away by the artistry on show.
Witty, daring, angry. Street Art has clearly come a long way since I sprayed 'NUFC, we hate cockneys' on a subway wall in Whitley Bay back in '78.
We end the day in one of the town's many craft ale bars and over a pint of Candelaria IPA fall in love with Bogota a little bit more.
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