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Oaxaca, Oaxaca

I love this city. It is vibrant, fairly easy to navigate, bursting with culture, and so beautiful. It also has a great temperature. Warm in the day and comfortably cool in the evenings.

We spent about 2.5 weeks there, most of it in the Centro and 5 days in the most beautiful housesit EVER. I was working in the day and in the evenings we would explore different barrios, occasionally eat out, or go to the zocalo to people watch. Not sure what Nick did with his days but it definitely involved art galleries and most likely looking for panaderías.

By and large it was a quiet few weeks, early nights and early mornings. There are several large mercados in Oaxaca and we explored Mercado Benito Juárez (opened in 1894) and Mercado 20 de Noviembre. Both focus primarily on fresh produce, meat, and flowers with the periphery an assortment of clothes, housewares, plastics. They also have several family run restaurants within the market along with elderly ladies selling tlayudas at the entrances. The selection of spices, cocoa, chiles, moles, etc. speaks to the rich diversity of indigenous Oaxaca culture. It feels and looks like the traditions of the different regions of Oaxaca is alive.

We also went to the Central de Abastos de Oaxaca. This market was created in 1974 to lessen the traffic in and around the other more central markets. It is located about 20 blocks southwest of the Zócalo and across the street from the second class bus station. Be forewarned. This market overwhelms the senses and is as inspiring as it is chaotic. It’s also impossible to see it all. It’s just too big. It covers 4 acres and has over 2000 businesses. The area itself is a little seedy, for example, we walked down a street to get there where the bars were open and the girls were working outside. It was 9am. I was warned by a woman in the market to put my phone away as pick pockets and snatch and grab is common. Nevertheless, I loved it. So much going on, friendly people, and beautiful fresh food. We tried to navigate it in a grid but it’s impossible, there are too many nooks and crannies.

Oaxaca has a reputation of being a very politically active city. There seems to be protests daily, women’s rights, indigenous rights, student protests, and of course, the marches to demand action on missing people. Almost everyday we would hear the shouts and banging of drums, road closures and megaphones from the square. And honestly, in the current state of the world where free speech is being taken away it is refreshing to see people taking it to the streets.

All in all, it was a great to be back in the City and we have already decided to spend some time there. Bring a car and explore the surrounding areas. Perhaps spend a winter.

Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca, México

Getting to Puerto Escondido from Vancouver Island in February isn’t easy. It takes determination and while transiting via ferry’s trains, airports, and Uber’s one must keep the memory of warm winds and the sea air at top of mind. We left the Island on the 4th during a snowy cold snap and made our way to YVR to catch the red eye on Aeromexico to Mexico City where we had a long layover before our connection to Puerto. For anyone who hasn’t been to Benito Juarez Airport in CDMX prepare to be underwhelmed. In fact I am writing this blog sitting on the floor in Terminal 1 of said airport waiting for my airline to open so I can check my bag. There is woefully little seating landside and the glaring white lights, unintelligible loudspeaker, and thumping music is enough for me to consider other hubs to transit through.

Main lobby at Vivo

At any rate, we made it to Puerto and spent 2 weeks at Vivo Resort with our good friends and neighbours Shari and Mark Selva. The resort itself is lovely, 3 pools, a restaurant, spa, and bar. We had a top floor oceanfront condo where we would sip coffee each morning and watch the whales swim by. Simply spectacular; a sandy beach for as far as the eye could see and as the resort is out of town, hardly anyone on it. We fell into a rhythm with our days and would spend a few days poolside followed by a day out exploring. Our friends hadn’t been to the area before so we were sure to take them out to explore the city, as well neighbouring beaches.

We went to a fiesta in Chila, the nearest inland town where we watched Pelota Mixteca, a traditional handball game dating back to pre-Hispanic times. The game itself is quite dangerous but somehow we ended up in the caged field watching for a few minutes before a women came up to us and said in English “get out of there, it’s so dangerous!” We skirted out of through the gate and watched from the outside. I never did get the gist of it but the players had a leather glove on that had a large boulder sewn into it. the opposing team would bounce a small rubber ball towards them and they have hit it back with this glove. There were several games being played at the same time on the same field and apparently teams came from as far as Mexico City to compete. We also watched a football game that was on a beautiful new pitch. A huge investment for a small farming community.

Refreshments!

The highlight of the fiesta is the fireworks and castillo on the last night. It brings 100’s of people to the area to watch and there is also a huge street market and fair happening at the same time. Nick and I have seen castillo’s before but we have never seen anything like this. The show is amazing, so many firecrackers accompanied by a live band. Ash and embers were falling down everywhere and the kids were squealing with delight.

We also rented scooters for a few days and what fun that was. We got them for $300 pesos a day (about $20 CDN) and it was well worth it. We explored La Punta, Zicatela, and also went north up past the lagoon and popped into small towns along the way. We stopped for lunch at a restaurant that had a beautiful pool that we could use. We were the only ones there and we had an amazing fish lunch and cooled off in the pool.

Nick has a favourite seafood restaurant in Puerto that we discovered last year. We managed to find it again and ate there a few times and it was just as delightful. It is called El Curandero located about 4 blocks south of Playa Carrazalillo if you follow Benito Juarez to the roundabout and veer onto Avenida Hildago.

We also checked out Playa Coral which is a beautiful little beach one bay over from Playa Carrazalillo. It is accessible via a short trail (steep in places) or you can pay $50 pesos at Hotel Villa Mexicana and they have a paved walking path to go down but you have to access by going through the hotel. There is a bar, bathrooms, and outdoor shower available beachside as well. You can also rent an umbrella for $250 pesos.

The beach is tiny and the swimming is great. Not too crowded and also a great spot for sunset.

Before we knew it was time to leave Vivo Resort, our friends to head north, and Nick and I to carry on to our next adventure. We had such a great time, made so many memories and are looking forward to the next holiday together.

I’ll leave you a couple dogs of Mexico ❤️.

Puerto Escondido

Nick and the girls are swimming right now in this tiny little bay called Playa Carrazalillo while a couple guys playing bongo drums are entertaining us. The waves are lapping up the beach and the sand is very hot. You have to make a run for it to get in the water. It is really hot here, the water is warmer than in Melaque and the town is more developed.

It took us a couple tries to find this place, the first beach we drove to had 7 tour buses parked along it. Playa Angelita, described as a great beach for kids and swimming but sweet Jesus, the throngs of people. Nick wondered aloud where are they all peeing?! We met a guy Jorge, who tried very hard to sell us food, boat rides, swimming with dolphins, anything really. He followed us along the beach. We stayed for about 5 minutes and got the hell out of there.

We rented a room in a house owned by a Scot named Harry. It’s a 5 bedroom place with a shared kitchen, private bathroom, and massive pool in the back. We have for 39 usd a night. A great deal and we are going to spend 4 nights there. It’s located next door to the lavandaria and walking distance to all the tiendas.

Our drive here was epic. We took the old road (Nick’s idea) and it went through every small pueblito. 6.5 hours– of windy switchback roads. We had to pull over so G and I could pee on the side of the road as every 3 peso bano we passed reminded me of Mexican bathrooms 15 years ago. Think hole in the ground with a shower curtain door..and bring your own TP. Mads was car sick near the end and for entertainment they tried to spit watermelon on the passing cars. The road was so narrow they were successful several times. Part of the road was under construction and we were following a grader which was making the road passable as we drove. Crazy. How quickly we can go from the developed cities to the backwaters. We came upon a car accident on one of the switchbacks. A truck transporting chickens smashed head on into a big rig. There were dead chickens everywhere but I couldn’t see the driver. Either he was stuck in the crumpled truck or he had already been taken away. We didn’t see an ambulance or police for about a half hour. It is so remote that it would be difficult to get help.

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This is the highway! Good grief! The never ending highway.

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