I feel very apologetic to all the passionately hospitable Couchsurfing hosts who have either accepted my requests or voluntarily offered a bed/couch. Below is an exact account of what happened to me at the customs in Bogota Airport.
A couple of months earlier my passport was stolen in Poland, and although a new passport was speedily made, that one had some serious defects. (I have to add that normally Taiwanese do things in a rather well-organized and efficient manner, and the issue of the quality of this passport is really more of an isolated case.) Being (understandably) unsuspecting of the validity of a government-issued identification document, I terminated the European leg of my RTW trip by boarding the flight from Madrid to Bogota, Colombia.
At the Bogota customs I was detained for around two hours. The more-or-less English-free (non-English speaking, I mean) customs took dozens of look of my passport, exchanged buckets of useless words, and eventually a couple of supposedly more important people, who spoke absolutely no English at all, strode in, ordered to take photos of me from various angles as if I’m almost a criminal. (And this bunch of imbeciles could mess up repeatedly even such a simple task: first there was no battery for the camera, then the camera didn’t work, and then they didn’t know how to use a camera, and then they couldn’t make properly focused photos. I was asked to turn to different angles for a dozen of times.)
And then the ruthless customs big guys ordered to send me right back to Madrid on the next flight, refusing to listen to any explanation, refusing to help contact my embassy, and later, according to the account of my embassy, refused to listen let alone accept any possible kind of explanation and insisted that I’m someone that tried to enter with a false passport. And they also pronounce that they’ll make sure I won’t be able to enter Colombia again, at least for the coming several months.
That’s why I had to cross Atlantic Ocean for a second time with hardly any rest, and as a result I flew consecutively for at least 25 hours, if we count the preceding flight from Dubrovnik, Croatia to Madrid.
I’m very sorry that I can’t meet all the warm-hearted CS hosts. Believe me: i had all the intention to. But through really no fault of mine, I had to cancel the entirety of my Colombian journey and, at this moment, tried very hard to think what to do for the coming days and what to improvise about yet again.
Thanks for reading.