Change of travelling plans - strikes in the coffee region, bloquade of roads and local food asking for its tribute

The first half of my second day in Bogota, we spend walking around through the richer parts of the city. 

It's weird, it looks like a totally differnt city here. The wealthy housing areas, where the Presidential Residence is located as well, are highly secured, police and private security everywhere and the T-Zone, the fancy restaurant and club area, looks like taken straight out of LA.

 And again, dangerous poor areas are just a couple of hundred meters further up the hill. I think that's really odd.

Later on, Freek helps me to get some information about travelling further. 

Unfortunately, it comes out that you cannot book flights online with the cheap flight provider VivaColombia with a foreign credit card. I could still book directly at the airport 24 hours before but as not everything has gone as planned so far already, I decide to better not take the risk and just change my travelling route for now.

It's not that easy to figure out where I can actually go at the moment because, of course with my luck, right when I want to leave, farmers in the coffee region start striking and blocking some roads. Not that great for me since I have to go by bus now if I don't want to pay triple for flying.

I end up taking the overnight bus to Pereira, to go further to a little place called Salento in the middle of the coffee region. But before that, I have another local dinner with Freek, filled Arepas, basically stuffed like a Taco with all kinds of local ingredients. 

After all, probably not a good idea, because instead of taking the bus at 8 p.m., I end up having to take the one at 9 p.m. because once I arrive at the bus terminal for a 7 hour bus ride, my stomach starts telling me to go f!?$ myself, so I spend the next 45 minutes in the public bathroom at the terminal, lol!

I'm ok in the bus then, but don't really get to catch a lot of sleep. Why? Well, the air conditioning is all the way up, it's freezing cold and out of the speakers comes blasting super-loud fiesta music all night long that makes me feel like I am at some kind of oldfashioned Hispanic night club, even through I'm wearing ear plugs.

Oh well, good thing is, I get to see a lot of Colombia at night. 

But there really isn't anything exciting to see: no road bloquades, no robberies, FARC or anything else horrible going on. 

We pass a couple of quiet villages along the road, with old men sitting in front of tiny local bars, having some beers.

Besides that, there is only countryside and a regular road passing stopp every half an hour or so, where there is either Colombian military letting the bus pass without any problems or even just some civilian woman in a little cabin by the road. 

This is why I missed my bus

Doesn't really look any different to European Autobahn as the road is quite busy, too. And I'm thinking: that is it? If I would have known that before, uff!