why Colombia is sometimes annoying

I just thought I'd let you know that in the process of a very serious academic study that will soon be presented before the ministry of foreign affairs, the SENA (national job training center), the DANE (i.e. census nerds), and DAS (visa bureaucratcs), and the International Organization for Migration, I got prettyy ripped with my interviewee and his friends. It was good fun until the moment when I had to get into the car to go up the windy mountain roads to Bogota. I didn't spew, but by the end I was seriously ready to be done with these damned buses.

And ahorita (in a little while, i.e. 2 hours) I have to wake up from my non-bed (we gave everything to charity) to pack everything from my apartment and take it to a friend's place and then catch another bus to Cali, which supposedly is just a giant party for the week after xmas. Should be fun, no? Except that we'll be working and doing interviews. Except that interviews in Colombia means meeting people and accepting any invitation to eat or drink. And I'll probably end up dancing non-stop for the next week. Cool, no? And they call this a sub-developed country!