You land at the El Dorado international airport in Bogota during , you grab your luggage and go out into the parking lot and find your rent a car. You put your stuff in it and drive out of the densely populated city of Bogota, you enter the rural countryside of Colombia and it’s pitch black and you must have not been watching your speed because after just a short while you see police lights flash as a cop pulls you over and steps out. A pretty young woman wearing tight police clothing steps out and walks over to your window as you role it down. “Disculpe, señor. ¿Sabes a qué velocidad ibas?” She asks