First off was the 49 Club. 49 Club spans an entire city block, and according to their kindly manager, Orlando, is set to reopen tomorrow--although the renovations looked at least ten to twelve days off from this writer's eye. Regardless, this four storied monstrosity was a site to behold. A bevy of open dance floors snaked away to private VIP areas and apartments that could be rented by the hour. Where I'm from we rent by the month, but perhaps they're on to something. Of particular note was a small casino that I'd gladly wager my wage in for a night. Here's a picture of me and Orlando.
From there my intrepid driver, Claudia, and I carried on to La Piscina, which is, from all internet machine testimonials , the most highly regarded adult establishment in all of Bogota. Even in the daytime, the architecture and design of the place proved it's in the running for the coveted Sweet Times award of "Best Stip Joint Slash Brothel". After entering an ominous looking door in a derelict wasteland of Bogota, we were greeted by the owner and taken to its coliseum-esque main room, where embedded stripped pads with requisite stripper poles floated above a seemingly well-maintained and (disease free) pool. The only negative I could see was that if one were so inclined to take a dip, one would be quickly banished from the establishment, quite possibly forever. Pictured below, who wouldn't want to shake away the days worries with a frosty Club Colombia and a refreshing swim.
From there, we ended the afternoon at a University which was OK. Back to work. My solo pizza party in my hotel room, adjacent to Parque 23, hath begun.
