We left the capital of Mexico with a bus at 23:30 at night around with the usual intention of saving the money of the night in hostel. We decided to travel in first class and the bus at first sight seemed to not betray the expectations of comfort and security. In reality have proven six hours of real suffering, tossed left and right in the least uncomfortable seats.
We arrived in
Oaxaca at the first light of dawn and unloaded backpacks we were directed to the waiting room to rearrange the ideas and understand what ostello going to lay our weary limbs.
We recovered a few names before leaving Mexico City, but just left the bus station, we have not even had time to breathe that we have boarded to suggest an accommodation. The price was good and given our heavy fatigue, we have not made much pray to accept the invitation. The hostel was quite nice, the building of new bill, divided into small rooms with private bathroom. Deposited backpacks we fell into a deep sleep. To our awakening, we went by the hostel owner (who was not a type appostissimo!) To inquire about what the city of
Oaxaca has to offer to young tourists like us.
In fact the city is not that great, although very pretty, full of colonial buildings in origin, with the inevitable "Zocalo" (the square) where there is the inevitable mega church, in this case a basilica. There are also two interesting and colorful markets where it is nice to lose and where you can find practically everything. And this is what we did on the first day, wake up early in the afternoon we went to make a full breakfast at the market and we have visited in every corner.
We then directed to the Zocalo where you were playing a kind of musical race: there were assembled the bands representing all the schools in the area, to give battle to the sound of drums and trumpets. We were there for a good half hour, under a big tree, admiring all that interesting confusion. Then fatigue is again prevailed, and we proceed directly to the hostel to make another brief nap and wash. In the evening we left for dinner and given the limited resources we have opted for a spartan meal, a stand along the road that promised not to sure of the hygienic exciting, but certainly economic price.
Since now we had found that the city was not so great, the next morning she made us stand up and calmly in the late morning we intended to see what we missed. First of all, however, a healthy breakfast of fruit milk shake, and freshly made cakes, usually consumed in the market town. We then proceed directly to the cathedral, a huge building if decidedly small in proportion to
Oaxaca. The road that led us to the great church was a continuous succession of colonial buildings, almost all in a good state of preservation and the colors strong and vibrant. We have dwelt there in the neighborhood for almost n couple of hours admiring the stalls and the many clubs on which we made plans to spend our evening. The city now could not offer anything new and so we did the back-front and we went to buy bus tickets for the next day: of course yet another night bus. Hostel right back in time to wash and were again on the street to find another "tavern" where you can have a decent dinner.
After a digestive stroll we went to the so-called "living area", where in fact concentrates the nightlife, to spend a few hours in a typical clubs. Our intent was to, among others, to try a drink characteristic of
Oaxaca, typically made with a herb that grows from there. The evening was definitely good, the room was little but crowded and all the people were engaged to sing in tears the throat of the songs that we had not heard before.
The next day we wake up early enough (with no small effort!) Because we had to check out in the evening because we had to take the bus towards our new destination. Ben said, in the evening! This meant having another full day to go to town. A brief consultation and the association back to Parallel Zero had already decided how to spend the afternoon ... we learned that about ten kilometers from
Oaxaca could admire the tree oldest and largest in the world, a tree that even had its own name and that he had given his name to an entire city. It was an opportunity too greedy to have it escape, another record as one of the folder in our records.
This fact we have put in the first bus to Santa Maria del Tule, the country where in fact we find the majestic tree of Tule. Do not say we know exactly where the tree is the oldest and largest in the world, certainly does not leave indifferent: estimated age of more than two thousand years, a diameter of 14.05 meters, a height of 42 meters and a circumference of 58 meters. Unfortunately or fortunately for the poor and old Tule, the trunk was completely fenced in and we were unable to come to live with this power of nature. We left a lot to admire such beauty, seek refuge under its branches to escape the scorching sun and find some 'peace. In the late afternoon we ripigliato the bus that took us in hostel (more or less!) Where we also managed to cadge a shower. As soon as darkness fell, we loaded backpacks on their shoulders and grabbed a taxi to the flight, we were directed to the bus station assigned das Casas San Cristobal.