Eric is better and invites me to lunch at a local restaurant serving real Columbian food. Rooster and platano. All food is cooked over fire in a kitchen looking midieval.
We bid goodbye in the afternoon and I speed off to the busstation.
We're delayed an hour - an hour which makes no difference as the next three days will be spend onboard.
A feeling of flu has been creeping up on me. I've bought some local blue and white pills to beat the cold. Take a few and pass out putting Bogota behind me, slipping into the night...

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