The Country With No Beer

From number 3 child, number 1 son

So after various positive beer drinking experiences in various Sth American countries (thankyou Argentina, home of ¨Quilmes¨), I was looking forward to arriving in Colombia, home of the mighty ¨Cerveza Aguila¨. Imagine my displeasure when we arrived and i found we had hit the weekend of the elections in Bogotà, meaning we couldn`t hit the town on a Saturday night, and even worse, for the whole weekend, they didn`t sell beer.
Or wine.
Or scotch.
Or rum.
Or Vodka.

Can you imagine the uproar if they tried that in Australia??? I figure I`m gonna come back here, get myself a Colombian passport and nationality and run for government. My slogan would be ¨Elect me, and next year I`ll let you buy beer on election day!¨ Sure fire winner I`d reckon.

Most of downtown was closed due to increased security too, but unfortunately this didn`t lead to even a brief frisking by a woman in uniform, or even a man. at least I got my bag searched.

Before I go, I`d like to note some observations I`ve made over the last month or so.

• Mail offices are inefficient everywhere.
• Council ¨Workers¨ do nothing anywhere.
• Beer is good Everywhere.
• Altitude sickness is a poor excuse for being sick, especially when used at sea level, before the plane you`re in has even taken off.
• Personality groupings are a myth propogated by a group of people who wish to make money off gullible people (incidently my personality groups are ¨Gullible enough to give me money for nothing¨, and ¨Not gullible enough to give me money for nothing¨.), either that or an excuse for por behaviour. When used in conjunction with ¨Compulsive Obsessive¨ syndrome and the alledged ADHD these personality traits can be lethal. Please see a bully for a belting should symptoms persist.

The good news is when I arrived home for lunch today, sitting on the bench, along with a delicious serve of beans (frijoles) was... BEER!!!