You can't go to Mexico City without visiting Frieda..
|Security...is having a cat for company|
|The woman that was..|
|....and her tortured view of herself.|
|When time stopped, and restarted...separation from Diego Rivera|
Puebla, Oaxaca and Maya ruins
|Wednesday is washing day......|
From Mexico City, it was a dash down the toll roads to Puebla, where we set up camp in the adjoining suburb of Cholula, alongside Monique, Pat, Fin and Sophie, who were our neighbors from previous camps in San Miguel De Allende and Teotihuacán.
A twenty minute walk took us towards the Cholula pyramid - apparently the largest in the Western Hemisphere - however a friendly little cafe on the corner, with views of the pyramid, distracted us for a beer or two, before we continued on to explore the site. Rumor has it that there is a spectacular volcanic peak just on the edge of town but the haze and smog ensured that it was not to be seen today. After exploring the ruins, we tried one of the local delicacies - fried crickets - but they were a bit over-salted for my palette and, apart from the crunchy shells, didn’t have a great deal of substance.
|The navigator and the chef - |
Mariana asking directions, Miguel ordering crickets!
|...and would you like fruit with your crickets?|
|Mariana and Miguel with the "mole" chef|
|The wedding cake architecture of Puebla|
|Busy in the bakery.|
|Chatting in the plaza|
|Juggling for tips at the traffic lights|
|Red meat tonight?.....|
|...or maybe the chicken feet?|
The afternoon saw us tollwaying again, this time on to Oaxaca, where a fairly grungy but conveniently located campground provided our home for the night.
The seasons are changing and it is getting hotter and much more hazy. It’s important to note this, because all reports of Oaxaca is that it is a beautiful city, not to be missed. For some reason I found it a little underwhelming - the majority of the city sprawls across a broad hot valley and is pretty unattractive. While the old centro is much more pleasant, it didn’t really have the charm of places like Guanaghato and San Miguel De Allende. The exception tho were the local markets, an amazing agglomeration of stalls selling every from a diverse array of fried insects, to meat and vegies, the usual trinkets and most importantly, chocolate - still made to ancient recipes.
|The ruins of Monte Alban|