Eeries pics of the main cross of the Salt Cathedral
It is funny how things can change so quickly when you are traveling, the places that you are, the environment.
Two days ago I was in Nicaragua, learning to surf, drinking Tona or Flor de Cana with Ashley.
Last Tona at sunset
Earlier today I was in the Salt Cathedral near Bogota, in a town called Zipaquira, saying a little prayer and hoping that my 36th year will be as good as my 35th, but maybe God can throw in a wee job, and some health for those who need it most.
Yesterday I got to Bogota, and managed to get into town on a public bus. I know believe that taking buses here is a new art form, the signs are just meaningless. However, people here are really helpful, even cab drivers will point you in the right direction for a bus, none of that ' buses are not running today or are dangerous' business I have seen in so many other places.
I am staying with a friend of a friend of mine, Leo. It has been really nice to know someone here to get around the town in the first few days. My friend David is arriving tomorrow, just in time for my birthday.
One of the first things you notice when you get to Bogota is how much more European people looks. Although I was still the tallest person in the bus, or in any of the buses I took today I have stopped feeling like Gulliver.
As Leo is got a few days off we decided to visit this cathedral that is not in David's list of things to do, and I won't need to do again with him.
The church is around 50 kilometres away from Bogota. It is has been carved into a salt mine that has been worked since the 16th century.
Funnily enough I had visit something simmilar, the Wieliczka mines, a couple of years back...exactly at the same time of year.
As in Poland there is beauty in this place, and the way it has been discretly iluminated gives a modern take on what is, essentially, a church. But you could also imagine being an amazing club.
Zipaquira from the hills where the mine is
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