Once we completed the customs and motorcycle importation process and then liberated our motos from their pallets at the shipping office, we set off into Bogota at dusk and in a heavy rain. While our original trip plan excluded Colombia due to security concerns, we were now headed into a huge metropolitan area at rush hour to find a hostel in the southeast part of the city that had been heartily recommended to Harry by a fellow adventure rider. After much circling around the general area of our destination in the dark rain and a minor mishap (I clipped an “invisible short post” with my side case and tumbled to the pavement), we eventually found our safe haven: the Anandamayi Hostel. Once again, we were warmly welcomed into a beautiful spot, and once again space was made in the inner courtyard for our motos. After getting situated and changing into dry clothes, the owner of the facility, Margarita, ordered a large Colombian dinner to be delivered, which we gladly shared with her and one of her staff members, Fany. We had indeed stumbled upon a wonderful experience.
The Amandamayi Hostel was originally a lovely home dating back to the mid-1600s, which is located in the oldest part of Bogota, La Candelaria. On the following morning, we explored the enchanting neighborhood, had breakfast at an exceptionally pleasant French pastry shop, and heartily agreed that perhaps we shouldn’t rush off to our next destination, Cali, as we had originally planned.
The wonderful Magarita.
A view of Bogota's Mount Surrat from the Hostel,s rear gardens.
A typical room.
A view of the city from in front of the Hostel.
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