November 30th, 2014
Belle, Verity and I caught a morning bus out of Mexico City
to Oaxaca (pronounced “O-waa-kaa”), which is the name of a state but also the
capital city. It was supposed to be a
six hour trip but it turned into more than eight. Some of the landscape was stunning with the
odd conical volcano and we seemed to climb and climb up a mountain pass without
really descending again.
A nice volcano on the way:
En route:
Looking back at a bridge we crossed:
Nice mountain:
A bit of a table top mountain:
After finding a hotel we headed out for a drink. We stumbled upon a small bar with only a few
local men imbibing. Belle decided that
we should step up our game and she was keen to have her first taste of Mezcal,
a similar drink to Tequila but made from a different agave plant. Okay, game on. Well one shot led to another, accompanied
with some beers and this continued on into the evening although we did relocate
to a restaurant patio in the busy town square which was crammed full with
merchants selling all types of trinkets, some tents and food vendors. We carried on until the wee hours of the
morning before it was time to call it a night…but what a fun night it was.
The local bar:
Giddy up ladies!
Evil Mezcal:
Salud!
Okay...let's try again:
Verity decided that she could play better than the Mariachi dude...
The next day we wandered around town and then spent a good
portion of the afternoon in a beauty salon as Verity wanted to get her acrylic
nails removed. Belle and I didn’t mind
just hanging out, being slightly hung over.
Sadly we all felt pretty much finished with Oaxaca already. It is a beautiful city with some lovely
buildings and a common tourist attraction is to visit some ruins outside of the
town but sometimes when traveling you just feel like moving on…
Knuffle and the town's main church:
With Violinist Verity:
For whom the Belle tolls:
My flower child travel buddies:
Next stop, San Cristobal de Las Casas.
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