Colombia -- Fool me once...

Wednesday (Night)
It was after 8 when we got out of work, so We decide to press our luck and go back to the Bogota Beer Company for dinner. As we approach the restaurant, the guard that had chased us down comes up to us smiling (Coby had given him a nice tip) and we laugh, shake hands, and say a few words to each other in a language that neither of us would understand.

We are accepted through the metal detection, receive friendly waves from the waitresses, and go to the bar as it is the only place to sit. At the bar, is one friendly guy that speaks great English (although oddly with an Eastern European Accent) and we get to talking about Colombia (same conversation, see earlier blog).

Oh -- dinner I order the club sandwhich and fries -- which was good, but they fry an egg into the bread.

I decide to mix up the conversation a bit and ask him if he ever gets much counterfeit money. He says, "Yes, actually earlier this week" and he goes on to relay the story. I told him, "Yeah -- that was me...". He looks in horror, apologizes and tells me if he had known it was me, he would have been okay with the money as he knew that we would have gotten it from a bank. (blah blah blah). We laugh about it -- no worries...

Then I go to pay for dinner with my credit card and it doesn't work.