I didn't seem to have such a good day today, as things just kept on slipping from the positive to the negative and I was having a hard time keeping my cool and remember that I am still technically on holiday and thus should be having a good time.
It started when I was unable to find the good cafe where I had a great breakfast the day before, and ended up getting tired and then bored of wlaking before going into the first cafe that I found to be given a piece of meat and fried banana as a breakfast.
My friends A' and A' had left the hotel yesterday and with my two wing buddies gone I was back on my own til my local friend M' came back, but she was not due til around 2pm and in the end she arrived more closer to 3:30.
The heat of today was around 32 during the day and 27 at night, which sounds great, but without any light breeze to take away the heat it becomes unbareable very quickly.
When M' arrived she remembered that I had a package that I wanted to send home, now much reduced as I had earlier dumped much of what was originally going to be posted, and she offered to help me go to the local post office and see about having it sent home.
The more I see of the Colombian postal service, the more angrier and frustrated I become with it. Not only is it extremely expensive to send anything abroad from here, not only do none of the staff have any grasp of English ( why would they ) but they are rude and intrusive.
My small package is nothing more than a few receipts, fliers, adverts, tour leaflets and such so why did a huge, fat, bloated, ugly and stupid female decide that she had the right to go opening a package I had all ready to send home, and start going through it item by item.
I didn't complain too much when she opened it, as I fugured that perhaps she just needed to check the overall contents ( although in no other country have I had my privacy invaded thus ) but once she started looking at every item inside the bag my rage just rose up and I had to snatch it away from her and storm out before I ended up hitting her.
M' was a little uncomfortable with the whole episode, but I am just not used to my stuff being scrutinized in public by an absolute nobody, not even the airport customs officers went through my stuff in such minute detail, and at least in the airport I almost expect it and certanily can mentally prepare myself for the indignity of it all, but here in the postal service sending a normal package back home.
After the disasterous trip to the post office we went to the shops to grab some food in order to save on pennies for the rest of the day and not have to pay any more expensive delivery charges on food from the local restaurants. However the local stores near my hotel didn't have such a good variety of foods or drinks and the counter lines were so slow moving that I saw a store clerk give a speeding ticket to a snail for attempted queue jumping.
Back in the hotel the water was off for some reason, and remained off for the entire day, so we just watched a bit of tv til it was time to grab a taxi to the nearby cinema. However the local taxi drivers had other ideas and we at least three ignored us or refused to take us before we finally found one that would, despite the distance being only a few minutes and through some safe neighbourhoods of the city.
Eventually we did find one, but the delay of finding a taxi willing to take us and the delay of the cinema clerk being out for a break meant that we missed the first few minutes of the film, and with it some of the understanding of the film.
The film was ok, but I think it was one of those films where they are trying to get a message across, but it completely missed me as I just saw it as a film with no proper beginning or proper end and would not go and see it a second time if it cost me anything.
After the film M' had to go back to her house, so I grabbed a taxi and came back to my hotel, where my wifi adapter was having a funny five minutes and refused to work for the entire night, which was the last thing that I remember before slipping into an early nights sleep.
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