Bogotá to Valledupar (a little late in the day but here it is)

I booked my flight to Valledupar in the airport at Bogotá, so much cheaper than booking in the UK. Trouble was that it would not leave until lunchtime the next day so I had sixteen hours to kill in the airport. There are no baggage lockers so I had to sit with my bags and I wasn't going to risk my bags being pilfered while I slept so it meant another night without sleep.

Pizza and a glass of Águila en aeropuerto El Dorado

First things first I decided to eat, so off to the pizza parlour for me. I called Cecy to let her know what was going on but had hardly any life left in the battery. She was trying to give me the address for her sister so I could stay there for the night but I couldn't understand her very well over the phone. In the middle of trying to explain to her that it would be better to text me the address, while she was insisting that it was quicker over the phone the battery died. At least I still had my pizza and a beer. What I didn't have was a charger for my phone or at least no charger that I could use with the sockets in the airport. For the rest of the night I spent a lot of time wandering up and down with my bags to stay awake interspersed with the odd cup of coffee in Juan Valdez. It seemed to take forever for the sun to rise but I loved the symbolism. This was the dawn of a new life for me. How would it go? I knew the concerns of all my family and friends and of course I felt them as well but I believed in Cecy, I believed in us. For me this was an adventure well worth taking. There is always risk in life but this was one I felt was worth it. True! I was leaving everything behind, everything I had ever worked for. I was leaving my sons, my friends and an excellent job. I was going to miss the banter. But this was better than a lottery ticket, the prize was much greater and the chance of winning was incredibly good. I was returning to my fiancée and I had already tasted life with her. Oh yeah! This was worth any risk.

Progress the next morning. I managed to buy a Sony Ericsson charger so I had the phone back to life before boarding the plane to Valledupar. The luggage that had been left in Venezuela would be in Valledupar to greet me (so I was told). The sun rose about five o'clock so I had what seemed like an eternal wait to fly the last leg of my journey but eventually the plane was ready and we were off to Valledupar, if a little late. At last I had the solice of an English style beer before boarding in a bar called BBC (which they claim to be their trademark), the Bogotá Beer Company.
We landed in Valledupar about an hour late. While waiting to collect my bags I was scanning for Cecy in the arrivals lounge........and then there she was. Cecy and the kids there to greet me, to welcome me home. The colombian flags were out when we arrived home so it felt like a real occasion. Here I was, home. Time to start preparing for the wedding!