Bogota was prettier than Gao Guang had imagined, and also much colder than he expected. Situated on a plateau in the tropics, the city even felt chilly after a light rain shower.
Gao Guang's luggage was just a backpack, no guns, no weapons at all, for they didn't have the means to bring weapons to Colombia.
Just walking on the streets of Bogota, Gao Guang felt somewhat nervous. Although the security in Bogota had improved a lot compared to previous years, it was still one of the cities with the highest murder rates in the world. As for robberies, it was better not to have too many.
In Bogota, daring to flash a fancy cell phone could mean it would be snatched away in minutes, so Gao Guang didn't dare to take out his newly purchased phone for a photo.
But Frank and John seemed fearless, swaggering wherever they went, although they didn't seem interested in snapping pictures with their phones either.