
We travelled by bus from Puerto Lopez, in Ecuador, to Bogota, in Colombia. It was long, but with the assistance of some loud Colombian music, we made it. Puerto Lopez to Quito, then on to Tulcans, where we crossed the border into Colombia at Ipiales and straight to Bogota from there. We settled in a nice colonial house in the embassy district of town. The first picture is taken in Quito. The angel adorns the hill over looking the city.
We discovered that a trip on a steam train was available, so we wandered the
city trying to get more info. It ran on Sunday....about 8ish....the office opens at 7am.....on Sunday?? So at 6.30am we climbed out of bed and wander through the streets of a Sunday morning Bogota. We arrived at the very run down pillared train station and went in the side door. A ticket counter and many colombians drinking coffee. Being the only true stangers there, we had discovered a wonder of Bogota. So, we bought tickets, had a coffee and TOOOOOOOTT , went our train outside. So we all squeezed out the door and found our carriage
city trying to get more info. It ran on Sunday....about 8ish....the office opens at 7am.....on Sunday?? So at 6.30am we climbed out of bed and wander through the streets of a Sunday morning Bogota. We arrived at the very run down pillared train station and went in the side door. A ticket counter and many colombians drinking coffee. Being the only true stangers there, we had discovered a wonder of Bogota. So, we bought tickets, had a coffee and TOOOOOOOTT , went our train outside. So we all squeezed out the door and found our carriage
and got comfortable in our seats. TOOT TOOOOTT went the engine and we slowly chugged out of the station. We started to pick up speed and crossed many road junctions. All the shops are closed on Sundays, so Bogatonians are heading to the park, kite ander arm or cycling or walking the dog or enjoying beers by the moring sun. Us, as passangers, were kept quite busy, dutifully waving at all the passers by. We were also entertained by a small jazz ense,ble. This meant they had to turn down the other music that was blaring on the train. All part of the colombian travel experience! 
Our destination was Zipaquira a town which is home to a huge salt mine. Beneath the mountian in the salt mine is a huge cathedral.
Well a huge labarintyh of passageways and large rooms. It is all lit by coloured lights and rammed with tourists wandering in the dark. We stayed a while and wandered about before getting back on our train.
Well a huge labarintyh of passageways and large rooms. It is all lit by coloured lights and rammed with tourists wandering in the dark. We stayed a while and wandered about before getting back on our train.

