So on the list of the world's scariest places, in most people's minds, Columbia is probably right up there with Pakistan but slightly below Iraq. I have to tell you, the trip down on American Airlines was scarier, but that had more to do with the fact that my "business class ticket" that American had promised as part of their sponsorship of this conference was anything but so I had to sit in the middle of many many screaming children in totally packed airplanes, and the plane was a relic of some distant past (I know I'm spoiled by Emirates and Jet Blue, but even the bathroom made me nervous it was so decrepit) but I digress.
This is what Columbia is really like. The absolutely most frightening thing is trying to get out of the country. It takes about an hour to get thru immigration and another hour to get your bags. Then they check to make sure you have the RIGHT bag, then they check to make sure you're not importing anything illegal (right, like I'm going to smuggle drugs INTO Columbia???) THEN you have to go thru a security screening to get OUT of the airport. When you do get out of the airport, you are met by hundreds of shouting Colombians anxious to hook up with their friends and loved ones. Oh and by the way there's also a very loud band playing. Normally I love Latin American music, but when your plane landed at 9:30 pm and it is now nearly midnight and you've been traveling since 3 am, this is not the most welcoming of scenarios.
However, I was greeted by two charming ambassadors from my hosts Tactica & Estrategia
who must have the patience of Job to wait for me for all this time. They took me thru Bogota which has without a doubt the most gorgeous, sophisticated, wonderful Christmas tree lights on the planet. My hotel looks like something out of a movie set. The only indication that security here might be a bit different is that they were checking IDs of everyone entering the hotel.
My suite is just amazing, and before I even had a chance to explore it, a glass of wine a perfectly done steak and a fresh salad were brought to my doorstep, courtesy of my hosts.
Further exploration of this room discovered a jacuzzi, a fire extinguisher on the toilet (what EXACTLY were they expecting?) and a lovely kitchen area without a coffee maker -- Juan Valdez were ARE you??? So far the biggest surprise was that the coffee in the hotel was mediocre and hard to find. Don't they understand that sleepless American workaholics need coffee when they wake up at 3 am??
I met my hosts and discovered them to be savvier and more on top of what communications is all about than most of the Agency folks I've talked to in America. Not only are they making measurement a major component of their offering, but they start with measuring attitudes and awareness and preference - NOT media. What agency in America is doing that?
The conference was well attended and full of great questions from high level savvy people. I was then whisked away to a local mall that looked surprisingly like every other mall I've been in from Singapore to Istanbul to Toronto to Montevideo to Liverpool... except that they have the most exquisite emeralds and pre-Columbian jewelry.
The ultimate sign that this place isn't all that different from any other is that I fell asleep last night watching Animal Planet.
I could have been watching Fox, but that was waaay too scary. But then again, I used to think that having breast cancer was the scariest thing on the planet. Now I know that there are alot scarier things that can happen. But Columbia just isn't one of them.
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