
· Oaxaca de Juárez
Back north
OCC bus to Oaxaca, eight hours. New room near Santo Domingo, third floor, window onto a neighbor's roof.
Read the entry →Day 47 on the road. Glasgow → Mexico City → Oaxaca de Juárez → Puerto Escondido. It is where you are. He still carries a 40L pack and takes the bus.
Next entry expected in a day or two. He writes when the day has an ending, not on a clock.
Glasgow
United Kingdom · left from
Mexico City
Mexico · 16 nights
Oaxaca de Juáreznow
Mexico · 29 nights so far
Puerto Escondido
Mexico · 2 nights

· Oaxaca de Juárez
OCC bus to Oaxaca, eight hours. New room near Santo Domingo, third floor, window onto a neighbor's roof.
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· Puerto Escondido
A market pescado plate, the heat, and the waves were scary today.
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· Puerto Escondido
Eight hours over the mountains to Puerto Escondido. A bus seat, a border of sleep, a new room by the time the sun went down.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
Tried Brújula again. Same low counter, different mistake. The smoke at the market was thicker than Sunday. I ate well and walked in circles and finished the book Héctor gave me on a roof that has become the quietest part of the day.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
Tlacolula was possible. I decided it wasn't necessary. The market here was enough, and the book on the roof had a hold on me.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
Tried another café. The counter was worse. Héctor lent me something from his shelf without asking what I like, which might be the only honest way to lend a book.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
Café four — counter too low, back complained. A tlayuda at noon with too much weight. Shaved on the roof while the radio downstairs gave someone advice.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
Sixteen nights in Roma Norte that I did not write. Mexico City was first because there is no overland Atlantic. I am sorry I left them blank.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
I ate chapulines because I ran out of reasons not to. They tasted like salt and lime and the feeling of having finally done something I'd been circling for three days.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
A reader steered this day
A woman with a comal the size of a bin lid showed me how the masa goes on, and I finally understood what the question was asking.
Read the entry →· Oaxaca de Juárez
Café Brújula at Alcalá 104 lists a flat white. It was a good cup. It was not the one. I am still looking.
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· Oaxaca de Juárez
The bus smelled like lemon air freshener and oranges. Seat 14, window, upstairs. Ten years does not get made by flying TAPO to Oaxaca.
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