day 04 : osorio's oreos


Jason, Carlos and I have an early meeting with the director of school in the audio/visual department that ends up having all the technical things we would need to digitize our footage during the shoot. The director happens to be the brother of the late night guard at our hotel who heard that we are making a movie. Gotta love word of mouth and meeting people through people.
The facilities are great and we are thoroughly impressed with their equipment. Hoping to work with them when we come back. We try to find another production company that has editing facilities, but we have no luck. Apparently. just recently, the president decided that the street addresses were in a disarray and needed to be reorganized. Well, now, some people haven't updated their website and such to their NEW addresses, so we were never able to meet up with them. We head back to the hotel after giving up the search.
Daniel and Jamie went off on their own to take some great pics of the city while we were seeking out the editing facilities. Check out Daniel's by clicking here.
More casting upon the return to the hotel, Daniel and I dash off as soon as I return. A never-ending slew of people doing everything and all they can to get the part. We saw more auditions for other parts besides Serafina. The time goes by pretty fast, but the fatigue certainly doesn't let up. We finally come out to a wet and dark city.
Jamie isn't feeling well and never wakes up to our knocks or phone calls, so Carlos, Jason, Daniel and I head out for a dinner in Candelaria, hoping to also knock out a location scout for a bar in the film. We walk around the Bogota Town Square, the huge Christmas tree now lit, and the square filled with people taking pictures and such. Santas populate the area ready for pictures, trailing llamas to ride too.
We find a great little restaurant on a quiet street near the a museum of military vehicles and eat and drink to our heart's content for, as always, a great price. Carlos takes off to finish an early night. Daniel, Jason and I walk on to check out the bar location, called Escobar Rosa. We pay a door charge, but apparently, one door charge gets you three beers. Quite a price. It was quiet and chill on the first floor, but in the basement, the DJ's were getting things slowly started. After one beer, Daniel decided to return to the hotel, so Jason and I finished off the rest of the beers with our entrance tickets. We basically watched Colombianos dance their asses off, an odd mix of solo couples, huge groups of friends, college students and business people go crazy to odd remixes of 80's hip hop and latin hits.
After polishing off the last beer and watching the crowd swell till they were at our table against the wall, we took off in a taxi and called it a night.



