I didn't make it far today but I was reunited with my bike. Mr. William from Overland Embassy met me at the hotel at 7:30 to head to the airport. After arriving at the air cargo terminal, Mr. William did all of the work. My part consisted of waiting in various offices for the paperwork to be processed. When that was accomplished we walked down to the warehouse where I finally saw my bike which was wedged between several pallets. The warehouse crew went to work moving the other cargo and loading my bike onto a platform. This platform was lifted with a fork lift and hoisted out over the edge of the dock where it was slowly lowered 8 feet to the ground. I was then able to pull on my riding gear, inspect the bike and fire it up. With everything looking good I prepared to depart. Mr. William told me that there was one thing remaining to do which was to secure government liability insurance. For that I would need to go to a government office back in the city. He explained the process and sent me a pin on Google Maps. Shaking hands and waving goodbye, I set off into Bogota. Much like Mexico City, the traffic patterns required motos to ride on the centerline and shoulder in order to maneuver the hoards of busses, trucks and cars. About 30 minutes later I arrived at the Seguros Del Estados (State insurance) office. I knew my plans for the day were going to change when I saw the line of people outside the building. I parked the bike and got in line. I met a couple from Germany, Lisa and Micha, who were also traveling by motorcycle. They had been traveling on a pair of BMWs in South America for two years! I was very interested in hearing about their adventures while we waited in line. It took a very long time before we were able to see an agent and then were told me that our Customs paperwork was not correct and that they would not issue any of us insurance. I contacted Overland Embassy and they contacted some friends to see what we should do. After some discussion we decided to go to a different State Insurance office which was only a few blocks away. When we got there, it was lunch time and the office was closed. There was already a sizable line of people waiting for the office to reopen. We waited and eventually were told that we would have to come back in the morning. The first rule of overland travel... be flexible. We looked up and found a hostel a few blocks away and decided to stay there so that we can be first in line in tomorrow morning. Over dinner, I asked Lisa and Micha what their favorite country had been. They were very quick to respond that Venezuela had been their favorite experience. They had spent three months traveling there and they raved about the people, culture and scenery. They found it to be very safe and by far the friendliest place in South America. I was so pleased to hear this. I don't think I will be able to make it to Venezuela this trip but I like to hear that there are people willing to dispel all of the negative things we hear about other counties. It is not to say that I don't believe that there are risks it is just that In all of my travel experience I have found the risks to be greatly exaggerated. Anyway, I didn't make it very far today but I did meet some new friends. It was a good day.