Goodbye Party & A Hot Minute in Bogota
I know, I owe you guys a whole lotta posting! This trip has been a whirlwind so far, but I’m up with the squawking roosters and barking dogs of Arequipa to give you an update. I can’t start talking about this trip without first telling you about our amazing “going away” (for three weeks) party or the fast-and-furious shindig we threw in Colombia during our 4 hour layover in Bogota.
Our friends came out to Mehanata to bid us a crazy trans-global farewell the night before our flight. Despite having a lot of packing to do, we danced the night away like we were moving across the world forever and would never see that shanty little slice of nightlife heaven again.
I even got to DJ a few songs. ;} Like the good old days!
When I was inviting friends to come out and play, one lady-friend of mine replied, “a going away party? Just for going to Peru?”
That’s when I realized… not everyone lives in constant sentimental celebration mode. But guess what, violets: you should party like its 1999 and be with the people you adore at every chance you get! Life is too unpredictable. On top of nothing being guaranteed, modern society is stifling the culture of genuine celebration and replacing it with competitive commercial holidays and Vegas-style sleazery.
So next time you want to gather up some good friends and dance yourselves stupid and really really mean it, just do it. You have the OK-GO from me to have as much fun as possible in this crazy world.
Anyway, off the soap box and on to Bogota! Our plane was three hours late and our hopes of being whisked away from the airport into the metropolis for a few concentrated hours of party time with our local parceritos were dashed. It was around 12AM. Raffa got me a cup of (incredible) frothy hot tea and we proceeded to check in with LAN Peru.
Just as we were finishing up, someone called out to us. It was Sandra—an angel who was waiting there for us despite our delay, to chauffer us to the party and back! We zipped off into the night without any traffic to speak of, and within minutes we were inside a hand-printed rainbow room with a full dance floor. Raffa DJ’d a small set, a fire poi dancer randomly appeared and got everyone really excited, and we took a hundred photos to capture the madness.
And then, like it was all a dream, we were back in the airport, sprinting through customs, somersaulting through security just in time to board our flight to Peru, where I slept like a baby for the first time ever on a plane.
Just three hours later, we arrived in Lima.
…but that story continues tomorrow!
P.S. WordPress, for whatever reason, is giving me a really hard time adding tags and using anything flash related, so I’ll come back for that later.