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Oaxaca City – Chocolate box beauty, a big tree and some stunning scenery.


Hierve el agua pool 2We tackled the DF subway system one last time, this time with our packs, after visiting the tasty bakery Ols had previously championed for some Mexican cheese, ham and jalapeño pasties for the journey.  We were moving on to Oaxaca City, and it is something we had both been looking forward to.  It is in Oaxaca State, which in itself is the same size as Portugal.  As always, we were not sure how long we were going to stay in the city, and also, if we would adventure further into the state and visit the much talked-up coast of Puerto Escondido and surrounding beaches.   A 7 hour bus ride later took us through some excellent scenery, this time the seemingly endless hills were dotted with various cacti as we snaked round the passes.  The driver warned us of delays of the ‘environmental kind’.  We thought it was just a mis-translation, but when the storms came and parts of the surrounding hills were falling into the road, I was confident Ollie’s Spanish was still up to scratch.

Had enough of this waffle? Click here for the pictures.

The Zocola Plaza OaxacaThe colonial center of the city promised us beautiful tree-shaded plazas, colorful scenery and a bustling artisan crafts scene where Ols could dispatch some pesos.  On arriving at the bus terminal we joined up with a Canadian called Lee and he came with us to Hostel Pochón.   Soon we were out of the door and eating tortas the size of our heads on the recommendation of the French contingent at the hostel.  We all settled in for the night at Pochón, and exchanged stories round the table with the many other residents.  Really nice place…

The first day and we were out of the door, walking round admiring just how pretty the town is.  But my god…it’s a tourist trap.   Being sort of prepared for that, it didn’t bother me as much so we just joined in the natural flow, past the churches, boldly coloured buildings and into the Zócalo (main square).  Being in Mexico over a month now has given us only a tiny insight into the local way of life for many people.  What I have been impressed with is the quality and use of communal spaces.  The local squares or plazas are places where people come to sit and just be.  With their family or friends.  They may have an ice-cream, play the trumpet, practice a dance routine or have their shoes shined.  Unlike the UK, there are no urine soaked Tennants drinkers growling at passersby with tobacco stained whiskers.   We found ourselves just sitting enjoying a fizzy pop, watching the world go by.

Bold colours of Oaxaca And some more bold colour

Onto the local food market, we walked around admiring the selections of chillies, Oaxaca-style cheese, meat and mole Sauces.  Mole described very simply is like Mexican curry sauce, and Oaxaca is known as the land of the seven moles, with the main one, mole negro, including locally grown chocolate.  After doing some grocery shopping and picking up some chapulines (grasshoppers) we headed back for a chilled day and a rest.  Even though Lee was a vegetarian, he still enjoyed the tasty little garlic and chili roasted insects.

Oaxacan's take ther meat seriously The Mole catalogue Standsard dried chilli selectionGarlic and Chilli Chapulines, or crickets to me and you

The next day, we took a tour of the local area and found ourselves with two older Colombian couples.  The first stop was a tree.  Not just any tree, but the 1500-2000 year old tree of Tule.  It’s huge and dwarfs the surrounding buildings.  The second stop took us to the village of Teotitlán del Valle, where they are famous for weaving, using natural dye made from a base of Cochineal bugs that live in cacti.  The bug is squashed, then mixed with things like chalk, lemon or leaves to achieve different colours.  After, we headed for the Don Agave Mezcal distillery, where after a short tour, the Colombians helped us along, trying various tipples and eating more chapulines which cleanse your pallet after a harsh sip of mezcal, like a sorbet might during a meal.  Now the worm: most people have heard of the worm in tequila.  The worm is never in tequila, only mezcal and is just a marketing gimmick.  I downed the worm from the bottle and can confirm, with some disappointment, that it does not get you impressively drunk/high.  It’s just a worm…

2000 Year old tree of Tule.  It's fookin massive! Natural Dyed wool and the ingredients used Weaving Apprentice Mezcal and Chapulines with some Colombians at the Don Agave factory 55% Mezcal, made from 100% Horsepower

The frozen falls of Hierve El Agua..or a massive outdoor stalactite

After Ols was told some dirty jokes in Spanish by an increasingly intoxicated Colombian lady, we jumped in the van and headed to Hierve El Agua; two large white rock formations similar to stalactites look like waterfalls cascading down the cliffs.    Hierve El Agua, meaning “the water boils” in Spanish, has naturally bubbling (but cold) mineral pools, that appear to disappear over the cliff.  A beautiful spot, where we sat to soak it all up until a chap called Manuel (or Manny Pacquiao as he styled himself) arrived and spoke at us in a friendly, yet aggressive manner.  After some nonsensical conversation with our new-found fried we headed back to Mitla, a town with Zapotec  ruins.  These were pretty impressive structures, with a chance to go into some burial chambers.  The whole day was a great little tour, and for a value of M$150 per person it was incredible value for money.

At the edge of the Infinty Pool at Hierve El Agua A starjump on the edge of the pool

Hierve El Agua

The Zapotec Ruins of Mitla Cheeky spanish church right next to the ruins

Our last day was similar to the first, idling around the markets and admiring the town and square.  Oaxaca city centre is an extremely beautiful place, which it would be easy for some to spend lots of time in.  For me it was far too touristy, being a well-established must see place in Mexico.  Ols was also disappointed by the lack of ‘local crafts’ promised, as the markets we visited yielded only clothes mainly.  There may have been another market somewhere, but we didn’t find it.  We decided not to go to the coast, but everyone else we met was heading there.  We decided to start our descent into Guatemala instead, by travelling to San Cristóbal de las Casas via night bus.

Ollies moustash envy becomes worrying


2 thoughts on “Oaxaca City – Chocolate box beauty, a big tree and some stunning scenery.

  1. Well hello you douchebags. I must admit im amazed at Rich’s writing skills, Ols as always you are a massive disappointment. Is there a way of uploading picture comments on here as i simply cant be arsed to try and explain in writing all the exciting and wonderful things that are happening here…. We will be burning effigies of you both at my 30th not that im in any way jealous of the hideous amounts of fun you are having. Despite the fact it all looks a bit remote there im still convinced you have better access to amenities than i do in Morden and the equine based local transport is definitely better than the Northern line. I will be calling you drunk at some point over Christmas/New year so that something else to look forward to…..

    • Ha Mr Candlish! So delightful to hear from you and also thankful for your comments about my writing skills. Although I will take them with the proverbial pinch of salt and assume a certain amount of thinly veiled sarcasm has been used.
      We are indeed having a delightful time here. It’s not as remote as it looks at times. There have been some places that we thought you may have enjoyed, especially Sayulita the surf town with much American influence, but then we quickly remember you are a very difficult person.
      I would be delighted to hear about how depressing Morden is. Though no facility to upload I’m afraid, but we have Skype so get it sorted and you can perform some kind of interpretive dance about it…with Mr Barnet playing a flute…or something. Just an idea…
      Either way, look forward to a drunken call at some point…but use Skype.
      Much love. x

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