A landslide, a reunion and a Fandango

Huatulco reunion

It was time to leave Oaxaca city. Against the better advice of our host Martha, who suggested we take the route from whence we came, we headed over the Sierra Madre mountains toward Puerto Escondido. We knew better, we really did, but sometimes the stubbornness of not wanting to backtrack overrides sense. A new adventure, however uncertain, is always more alluring to us than the road we’ve traveled before. A Landslide It started out beautifully. We followed the valley through … Keep reading…

Finding home in Oaxaca City

Oaxaca-kitchen

Sometimes you stay in a place that leaves an impression. When you travel on a budget as we do, these places are few and far between. We’ve often remembered places for their supreme discomfort rather than the opposite, so as someone who has champagne taste on a beer budget (wink, wink), I’m always on the lookout for good value, comfy digs. If they have an extra touch, an attention to detail or a cute design, I’m happy as Larry (with … Keep reading…

And then, I really lost my shit…

truck stop

It was the final hours of our almost-5000 KM journey around Mexico. We’d had our fair share of highs, a few lows; pretty much your stock-standard adventure. I mean, it was kinda cool getting stopped in a roadblock back in Chiapas, the Zapatista heartland. But on day twelve in our home state of Quintana Roo? With less than 200 KM to go? On our last day, when we had overcome (literally) an eleven hour climb over the Sierra Madre mountains … Keep reading…