MTV Cribs comes to Bogota

The kitchen:



The entry hall. Yes, it's a two-story apartment, and we live like kings. Well, not really, the point is though that I won't ever have a nicer place than this unless I really score a sweet gig in the next decade or two.



My room:


Yes, those are pandas. When you're buying a comforter for like $15 you don't get much choice in patterns. You'd think it'd be cheaper though just to sell solid-color blankets.



The view out my window. See the soldiers? They're there to protect me! It's very comforting ... until you notice that they're like 18 and carrying automatic weapons in a residential neighborhood. Granted, I took this a few weeks ago the day before the presidential inaugeration. But still, it's weird.



The view from the living room. In the words of the indomitable Grandmaster Flash, "It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under."



The view at night from the balcony. Earlier in the evening the building pulses with constantly changing colors. It's pretty cool looking, but pretty stupid when you think about it.