Why Hostels Suck and My First Classes

Wow, it's been more than 2 weeks since I posted anything. Time is kind of flying right now. I've been spending most of my time working and looking for a more permanent room or apartment. It's something I think about a lot because this fucking hostel is starting to get to me.

I woke up to go to class the other day at 7am, and there was a puddle of water outside of one of the rooms. It rains a lot in Bogota, and the hostel has a small courtyard through which water can come in. There are also  a few small spots the roof leaks here. So I stupidly thought it was water.


From Partying to Porn: A Few Odd Hostel Characters

I have met a lot of interesting characters, and some weird, in the hostel. Some very short stories:

Guy from Germany was wearing a button of a naked chick. I asked him about it and turns out he and his buddy started a "porn brooch" business in Germany while they were in school. I didn't think he was serious until he got into specifics about how they made them and the odd requests they sometimes got. I couldn't stop laughing. He sold them at parties and would've made a successful business out of it, but his partner just used all the profits to smoke weed. What a fuckin surprise.

Mas Que Dos Semanas en Bogota

It's been kind of crazy staying in a hostel that has its own bar, looking for work, and looking for housing. I've been in Bogota for 2 and 1/2 weeks. Weather is cold and rains a lot. JUST LIKE HOME! 

But it is a lot better than the heat and humidity of Panama. Bogota's pretty nice, it's a lot cleaner than other big cities, there is a ton of construction all over the place, food here is not as good as Mexico.