I work in sales and marketing consulting with drug (ahem, ethical pharmaceutical) companies and one of my first engagements was down in Bogotá. The client met us at the airport and drove us to and from in his Chevy Blazer. We did not need to jump any curbs, but it felt good driving through the city streets in something above the crowds.
That was back in 1993-94. We stayed in the hotel and did not venture out without the client host. He took us to a restaurant one night that had excellent steaks. Be prepared for meat dishes down there.

I went back in April 1997 to help another team with another project. This time we stayed in a more friendly neighborhood. Hotel Hamilton Court says my CC statement. The place seemed very safe at the time so we walked around a couple of blocks each direction--a nice mall was nearby and the restaurants were pleasant.

On exit from Bogotá, be ready for the big security screen. As you ARRIVE at the terminal, you go through the detector and put your bag on the belt. Expect the usual international security screening stuff, then up to the concourse to do emigration. After emigration, a friendly 18 year-old with an automatic weapon will ask you to make like a scarecrow so he can frisk you for contraband (on exit???). His buddy will search your bags.

Head down the concourse (or to the Admirals Club) and be ready for the same treatment at the gate.