One of the biggest tourist attractions around Bogota is the Zipachira Catedral de Sal, or Salt Cathedral. It’s basically a giant—MASSIVE—church built until a salt mine. We took a bus over there, trekked through town and up a hill, and ended up underground for around five hours.

It was a full day, basically.

For some reason I was being a wimpy baby about climbing the staircase.
The Cathedral itself was epic and majestic. Everything was blue and shimmery from the salt. And also the neon mood lighting they had going.

Sometimes people get married down here. Which, I guess one pro would be the weather is definitely not an issue. One con would be YOU’RE IN A FREAKING MINE!

We watched a 3D movie and decided to take the special not-religious mining tour, where we got to wear helmets with little lights!

We also learned how to hack away at salt walls with pick axes; we peed our pants walking through a pitch black tunnel with our lights off. We didn’t understand the Spanish instructions but some kind strangers explained to us that any kind of light or high pitched noise (like a cell phone) could damage the tunnel (why do they have tunnels that are that precarious? I don’t get it.) So we had to feel our way through the darkest dark I’ve ever experienced. IIIIIII’m pretty sure I grabbed the hand of a stranger to get me through it.

One of the biggest tourist attractions around Bogota is the Zipachira Catedral de Sal, or Salt Cathedral. It’s basically a giant—MASSIVE—church built until a salt mine. We took a bus over there, trekked through town and up a hill, and ended up underground for around five hours.

It was a full day, basically.

For some reason I was being a wimpy baby about climbing the staircase.

The Cathedral itself was epic and majestic. Everything was blue and shimmery from the salt. And also the neon mood lighting they had going.

Sometimes people get married down here. Which, I guess one pro would be the weather is definitely not an issue. One con would be YOU’RE IN A FREAKING MINE!

We watched a 3D movie and decided to take the special not-religious mining tour, where we got to wear helmets with little lights!

We also learned how to hack away at salt walls with pick axes; we peed our pants walking through a pitch black tunnel with our lights off. We didn’t understand the Spanish instructions but some kind strangers explained to us that any kind of light or high pitched noise (like a cell phone) could damage the tunnel (why do they have tunnels that are that precarious? I don’t get it.) So we had to feel our way through the darkest dark I’ve ever experienced. IIIIIII’m pretty sure I grabbed the hand of a stranger to get me through it.