Day 3 Decided that the only thing my bed is missing is rope to tie my arms and legs and a guy with a mask turning the wheel. Last full day getting used to the altitude before starting at the clinic. Off to a flea market in Bogata. Walked up and down the streets looking for great deals, not having a clue what they were saying or how much I was paying. All the walking with the limited air they have here in Bogata meant a 2 hour nap before dinner. Plans were for a steak dinner, but the resturant closed at 6 (on a Sunday). Back to the Colombian Wok!?! Looking forward to the ride into the clinic tomorrow. Bogata is supposed to have the second worst traffic next to LA. Motorcyclists all drive between the cars. Should be able to pick up a few new pts on the way to clinic.