After a week in Venezuela, we entered back into Colombia. Crossing the border was kind of unique. We happened to be on a bus that just drove across and didn't stop for any formalities. We ended up having to back track back across the river (back to Venezuela) and locating the so called border office (that was back in town, no where near the border, mind you) to pay our exit fees and get our exit stamp. After killing about 1 1/2 hours we were back in Colombia. We continued on a 6 hour bus that was supposed to be one of the worst roads in Colombia (altitude gains and road conditions). I must say, we had quite a luxurious bus. We dreaded the ride for little Nootch's sake, since she often has bouts of motion sickness. But I am happy to report, it wasn't bad. The bus was pretty empty so the kids had their own seats. It seems to be better for us all when we can spread out!
