Random Descriptions of My Travel Adventures

Election day and I have been walking around the city blissfully alone. I have been in Mexico for almost a month now and it is usually about this time that I start getting a bit crabby about things, and that is indeed what has happened this weekend. I love to travel but there are definitely occasions in which I yearn for my own space, my own bed and just my general ability to exercise my independence. While I am definitely enjoying myself and my classmates I'm also not used to spending so much time with other people and after awhile it drives me a bit insane. So I decided to let my roomie and some others go hiking today without the pleasure of my grumpy company and spend some quality time with myself. The walk down to the zocalo was really quite and nice, the city was slowly coming to life, as most do on Sundays, which meant minimal traffic and a lack of the ubiquitous bus exhaust in the face. The majority of pedestrians in the historical center seem to be gringos on Sunday morning...

So this is election weekend here in Mexico. On Sunday Mexicans will flock to the polls in larger numbers than our own apathetic American populace. Though it seems Mexicans are also a tad apathetic (apathetico?) about there own elections, at least they have a reason to be. Multiple decades of corrupt one party control might do that to me too. In an effort to perhaps conquer this apathy, or just not have drunken brawls, the whole country (with some pockets of exception of the legal and illegal variety) goes dry! Yes, you read that correctly. For my alcoholic friends you can start breathing again, there is no liquor in Mexico . I repeat, no liquor in Mexico not the United States, continue boozing as you were. Anyway, from Friday midnight to Sunday midnight there is no liquor available for purchase in grocery stores, nightclubs, restaurants or, well, anywhere. Don't worry, I bought myself a six pack and put it in the little fridge in my room. I probably won't drink it but it does ...

Nothing of great importance to mention at the moment, actually I just forgot my notebook and therefore can’t complete an entry of cultural substance so I will engage in some toilet humor, literally. Our last night in Puerto Escondido was considerably more mellow than the first, however it lingered with me long after I had left the coastal town. We dined at a seaside cafe/restaurant on Sunday evening and I decided to order shrimp. The little voice in the back of my head, or actually the voice in my stomach, was protesting this decision but I decided to dive in anyway! Well, the next morning I was diving to the restroom because the camarones had come back to haunt me. This would have been incovenient no matter where I was in Mexico, or the United States for that matter, but Monday morning was our scheduled departure and I would have to sit in a van for 5-7 hours on an extremely windy road. Windy does not in fact do this road justice. Highway 131 from the coast of Oaxaca to Oaxaca City ...

I'm in Puerto Escondido for the weekend hanging out on the beach. This is a great little surfing town on the Pacific with monster waves (had to use a little surfing lingo) and surfers from all over the world. They were recently hit with some 8 meter waves which destroyed a lot of the palapas that line the beach and serve frosty beverages but luckily I'm still able to find cold beer. So it is after surveying all the damage from big waves that I have decided to take a surfing lesson! Clearly the heat and humidity have fried my brain. More later on the surfing, the bus ride down here from Oaxaca and other adventures. I will however offer a closing piece of advice: drinking mezcal while on a bus traveling down windy roads at a fast clip is a very bad idea. It is an even worse idea to attempt to use the bathroom on said bus.

Feeling a bit under the weather today so this will be brief. There was an organized march in support of the government today, a sort of counter protest to the teacher movement or a peaceful march to show solidarity with the governor, however you want to look at it. Things are getting complicated because the demonstrations in the zocalo are no longer just about teachers' wages, now other groups have joined them and are demanding the ouster of the governor who belongs to the PRI party and is good friends with the PRI presidential candidate. Despite the potential for violence (our school was closed today and we had class at the instructors house), everything was peaceful, about 10k people were brought in from areas outside of Oaxaca to march. The teachers had actually cut off all the major arteries into the city to prevent the march from occurring with any substantial participation but they still managed to produce about 10k. I believe I mentioned in an earlier post that one of th...

Tianguis: A traveling market that sets up shop on a particular street in the city on a particular day of the week. Tuesday on one street, Wednesday on another etc. What does this market sell? What doesn't this market sell! Produce, meat, cheese, fish, many illegal CDs and DVDs (sometimes the vendors are raided by the police and their product confiscated) and a bunch of crap that you will probably pay too much for and will break the third time you use it. For example: hair clips, assorted plastic shoes and dishware. According to some of the vendors we talked to as part of a Spanish class exercise, this mobile market has a few advantages over the stationary market in south of the Centro. Fewer taxes and a bigger customer base.

Saturday me and some of my fellow compañeros in the study abroad program decided to go to Hierve del Agua (means boiling water or something like that anyway) which is a bit outside of town for a day of bathing in some natural springs. Incidentally the water isn’t hot at all but bubbles up from an underground spring, hence the name. The spring is about two hours out of town, one hour to the town of Mitla then another in a collectiva (van taxi basically) to the spring in the mountains on a windy road. We got up very early as our information packet provided by the school informed us that the bus left at 8am and that was our only chance to get to the spring that day. Saturday morning we woke up and met at 7:30am to find the bus station with plenty of time to spare. It was a good thing we did have time to spare because we walked all over looking for the bus station and finally discovered that we were not looking for a station at all but rather a stop on a corner. Around 8:05 or so we were ...