OK, so I have to admit I’m a little obsessed with Colombia’s capitol after last weekend’s wonderful albeit wet getaway. The mission was LCD Soundsystem and objective was accomplished on all accounts.
LCD does NOT disapoint live. Super-charged with energy, the whole concert was riveting from Dance yrself Clean to New York I Love You…
The Royal Center was as legit of an indoor concert venue as they come, not hindered by the fact that we got in the primo section via free press passes. Spent the majority down front left if yaddidimean and the last bit up in the balcony taking in the whole scene and feeling like Colombia is on the up and up and Bogota is kind of leading that cultural catalyst train.
We kept the momentum moving by hitting up this underground after hours club RadioBerlin after the show. Two floors, great DJ, chill spaces, friendly people and rum… pretty much the makings of an after party. That is, until the cops broke it up because it’s illegal for anywhere to stay open after 3 a.m. in Bogota. (!?!?)
Here’s one thing Medellin does have on Bogota: the weather. Bogota felt like Portland pretty much, flashbacks of how it feels to have perma-damp clothing and use a broken umbrella. It’s not the first time I’ve used plastic bags for socks and it probably won’t be the last.
Other highlights of the weekend include some sweet cultural schtuff… tons of free museums: art, gold and my favorite, a photography exhibit showing Colombia throughout the ages. I know I can jabber on but WoW sometimes a photo really does say 1000 words or however many words they say a photo says without saying a word.
I got my hair did at this hip lil place that where I went when I was last in Bogota about a year ago. “La Peluqueria” is this totally inspiring hair salon/cafe/bar/vintage boutique/art gallery and venue. It is owned and run by all women and there’s only one mirror in the whole joint so getting your hair cut there is kinda like driving blind, except you’re letting someone else who actually knows how to drive take the wheel. The whole hair-cutting experience is transformed into an all sensory enjoyment kinda deal, which is right up my ally. I also happen to know a gaggle of hip women in Portland that just might know a thing a two about hair, art, music venues, bars, clothes etc. etc.
Ajiaco is maybe my favorite typical Colombian dish, and this awesome restaurant in Bogota’s lovely/funky Candelaria neighborhood serves it up RIGHT. It’s a thick potato based soup served with half an ear of choclo (big-kerneled corn), a generous helping of shredded chicken, cream, half an avocado, capers, and spicy goodness. One big bowl of hot loving goodness? Yes, thank you.
What else? A flea market which produced this awesome leather backpack that set me back about $5 USD. A gondola ride to a mountaintop cathedral overlooking Bogota. Hackey sack in the park. Beating up and old computer keyboard and taking the ‘power’ key home with me. A hookah bar and yummy rummy coffee drinks to escape the rain. Wandering around graffiti-covered neighborhood like buildings tattooed with art and words.
Thanks Bogota, hope to see you soon!