I didn’t want to miss a second of uncharted Colombia, the cloud forests, the valley views that plunged into icy blue rivers, the random waterfalls, or the miscellaneous shrines of Guadalupe at every hint of civilization.
Upon arrival in Bogota Colombia, I scoured the 500 year old capitol city for an Emerald museum. I was sidetracked by elaborate graffiti art, lost on the cobble stone streets, tempted by hot chocolate and street musicians but somehow stumbled upon an Emerald tour, to the mines.
