Smelling Bogota

There's something in the air, but I'm not sure what.

I've arrived in Bogota, Colombia and the moment I stepped off the aircraft my nostrils were filled with the acrid aroma of something somewhere burning in the distance.

Maybe it's not something burning but it's an aroma that I´ve smelled around the world, grown accustomed to and find strangely comforting. Maybe it's my years of fond memories in the Philippines that maintains this friendly reception towards this aroma but whatever it is, I feel comfortable and at home with the aroma filling my nostrils.