This post isn’t very important, it isn’t clever, witty or insightful. It doesn’t deal with love, wonder or even some practicalities of travel. It is purely because I had to share with you the reality of betting on guinea pigs.
This weekend with my friend Laura I was wondering around the busy Candelaria district of Bogota. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday and the streets were humming with activity.
We were wondering pretty aimlessly, milling around and wandering up to have a little look at anything that had attracted a crowd.
When we saw this guy shouting into his microphone and attracting the biggest crowd we’d seen so far.
Initially we couldn’t work out what was going on. There was just a man, a speaker and some coloured plate things.
And then we noticed these guys.
The entrepreneurial spirit is strong in Colombia and this guy was taking bets on which little plastic house the guinea pigs would run into.
The questions I need answers to.
1. How the hell do you train a guinea pig?
2. How often does this guy lose pigs to the opportunistic dogs that are all around the Candelaria?
3. Whaaaaaaa? Like what, seriously? Did I just see a grown man betting on a guinea pig?
So that was pretty much all I wanted to say. I just needed to share the weirdness that I saw. It’s one of my favourite things about travelling, that moment when you stand in the street, slack jawed and pretty damn confused. Just staring and trying to make sense of what on earth is going on.