My brother and I, along with two friends from England who were also travelling Colombia, were excited to fork out for some festival tickets at a venue north of Bogotá. On the first day, we arrived keen and early, headed straight to the empty dance floor, threw ourselves around and watched as the crowd gathered. Almost 12 hours later, by the time the music stopped, the warehouse was heaving, and we were incapable of moving our legs and arms any more. We collapsed into bed, and welcomed the opportunity to recover before the music began again. Eat, sleep, rave, repeat...
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