Eagle eyed readers will note there is no Day 23. The reason for that in part lies with the complete absence of internet where I was last staying, but also because I was getting a bit of blog fatigue, so I posted something short on Facebook and bollocks to the whole blog continuity thing.
More Cacti. Mainly because a day on the bus provides little opportunity for diverse photography.
My favourite drinkery of the trip so far I think? The music was in the right ball park, and I got complimentary mud coated nuts too! ...
Jesus Christ I wish they’d made more than one abortive season of Firefly. I’ve burned through the whole of season 1 in 2 days and much malign the tv networks decision to cancel. I realise this will mean nothing to anyone reading this but it really is the best tv show pretty much ever made and it bloody annoys me that network heads didn’t give this a fair shout, especially given Joss Whedon’s pedigree. Ok. The above just isn’t going to cut through to anyone that hasn’t seen the show and I need to move on (Can't stop the signal - a beer to anyone that tunes into that!)
It was high time I left Veracruz and head back inland for a couple of days. I met a fellow backpacker on the bus I caught to Oaxaca. Well I saw one. We nodded a nod, one backpacker to another, but didn’t go as far as speaking, or making eye contact again. He was thinner and younger than me, and I didn’t see any good reason to engage and make hime feel good about himself on that basis alone.
Oaxaca is pronounced oh-whack-her, as in the way 1970’s husbands kept spouses in line. Oaxaca is also the first town on the tourist trail I’ve hit and renown for being the most attractive city in the region. Well I think I’ll be the judge of that. Will report on my findings once I’ve explored...
...initial signs are, I have to say, quite promising. Upon arrival I found a cafe/bar to ease out the kinks of a 9 hours bus ride. Possibly the best cafe in Central America. A Darth Vader themed menu and a playlist of British 70’s classics suitably volumed for ones audio pleasure. Bowie, Queen, Zeppelin, Lennon, The Stones, The Police, and a rogue entry for the US, Lynard Skynard made it into the mix. All a little early for my taste, but as an alternative to cucuracha played at 11, delicious. And for a Brit who has largely been his own company for 3.5 weeks, it felt very warm and very comforting. ...There’s a chance I might like Oaxaca.
More succulents than you can shake a maraca at. This is more the Mexico of spaghetti westerns that I envisaged.
More Cacti. Mainly because a day on the bus provides little opportunity for diverse photography.
My favourite drinkery of the trip so far I think? The music was in the right ball park, and I got complimentary mud coated nuts too! ...
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