Wednesday, 3/13. No photos. Wait 2.5 hours to board the very hot plane. Wait 45 minutes until Captain has us disembark the hot and apparently broken plane. Wait 2.5 hours for a replacement plane. Get off the ground. First landing attempt in Bogota is aborted. Then wait for an open gate. Driver, confused by flight change, is delayed picking me up. Lastly, driver can’t find the hotel! Arrive 6 PM vice 1:30. Immediately go to bed to get an unhurried full night’s rest without a morning wakeup call. But Bogota is the third highest capital in the world (8,700 feet), so the now-routine cycle of sleep/breathless awakening resumes. So I rise to write this post.

Forgettable day. (Hotel is very old, with high ceilings and creaky wooden floors. Reminds me of my childhood bedroom, built in 1871. Some would despair, but it feels right to me.)