Casa Maria Calenda Bed & Breakfast Oaxaca
Calle Porfiro Diaz # 910 Oaxaca, Central Mexico and Gulf Coast, 68000, Mexico
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Well It Ain't Quite Glastonbury
... all responsibility) release and watch the pretty vapour trail. Simple, cheap fun and everyone cheers when it lands, awesome. These Mexicans know how to party. But always remain vigilant these missiles seem to be built like boomerangs. One minute you’re bopping in the post missile launch euphoria, the next you’re picking yourself off the floor looking like a ghost from a Lon Chaney movie nursing a rapidly growing bump on your forehead; the crowd are still ...
Side Tracked
... and others inside.
Was very moving.
Next we found a place to chill.
Sat at an outdoor cafe and had Chile rellenio and a margarita (well two!)
The energy in town was awesome.
Of course I fell for a sweet little girl selling scarves, and had buy one. I had seen her the last time we there.
We wandered the streets and were in awe of our surroundings.
Decided to head out, needed to get our items ...
If Carlsberg Made Markets...
... br>
For those in the know, there's a mouthwatering section of the market. Long before you see it, you're lured by the beautiful aroma of barbecuing meat. We fondly refer to it as "braai alley". What more does a Saffa need? (right, Olivier? ;)
There's no shortage of food stalls, each touting their wares at the top of their voices, blocking your way as you attempt to walk through. We waded through the sea ...
Oaxaca, mesto nikdy nekoncici fiesty a Monte Alban
... Dal se couram ulickama, nakoupim nejake drobnosti na trhu s remeslnymi vyrobky a vracim se do centra. Cestou se stavim na jidlo, puvodne jsem sice hledala tacos, ale narazim na takovou trochu podivnou jidelnicku a dam si druhy comida del dia s vybornym zeleninovym kremem a enchilades v omacce mole.
V internetove kavarne se potkam s Anci, neco vyridim na netu, a pak se jdu jeste podivat na namesti. Zase je slyset hudba, tak namesti obejdu, az narazim ...
Red-eye
... I did my best to sleep, but it was not an easy task between the blaring TVs (after pirates of the Caribbean another equally entertaining movie came on) the squealing brakes every five seconds for a speed bump, people snoring, cramped quarters and my head bobbing at every turn like a dummy with a broken neck... Eleven and a half hours later, we arrived in Oaxaca, vowing never, ever, to take a red-eye bus ...

