Zoo Logic

I'm currently in Cali, Colombia, one of the world's foremost plastic surgery destinations - as evidenced by the thousands of silicone enhanced breasts that are simply everywhere. (Not to mention less evident surgeries).

Yesterday I went to the Zoologico, and as recommended, compared myself to a monkey. Clearly the monkey has slightly more hair, and I wear glasses. I have no doubt that there are subtler differences too.

It was strange being in a zoo after recently seeing some of the animals in the wild... On the plus side, I saw a few animals that were too reticent to come out when I was in their hood. On the negative side, as amazing as zoos are, it's not the same sort of experience.

This is also the first time in my life I've seen a complete Sunday shut-down - the only way I found an internet cafe was to accidently stumble upon the city bus terminal. It's wierd seeing a metropolis turn into a ghost town overnight.

Political note: Whilst in Bogota, I could have had my hair cut by the president's barber, but for some strange reason I didn't - yet another reason to always go for the gold.