Friday, February 06, 2009
Cholula to Oaxaca
We managed to exit the Puebla/Cholula city relatively unscathed, despite vehicles exiting on to off ramps from all three lanes of the “freeway” during the morning commute, which periodically slowed the flow to a crawl. Road etiquette in the cities seems to be optional!
The drive to Oaxaca was highlighted by a lunch stop at an outpost manned by a seventy year old man who appreciated the solitude and clear night skies away from the cities. He provided us with cold drinks for a few pesos and a spectacular view of the canyon below. When we asked him where he lived, he responded that he had a “ranch” not too far away – probably a hut clinging to the edge of the canyon wall!
The road was not bad……. We managed just one wrong left turn across traffic as we entered Oaxaca, creating a concert of horns blasting in no uncertain terms the displeasure and lack of tolerance of the local drivers at the ignorance and absence of driving and navigation skills of the gringo invaders from the North. We were HOPING the local populace would cut us a little slack, given the economic windfall promised by our two week visit to the area.
The choice had to be made concerning accommodations ….. the more convenient, though more rustic (read: cold showers) RV park close to the bus line to centro or the RV park some miles out of town with more luxurious surroundings. Exhaustion and thirst prevailed, so we threw caution to the wind and pulled into the dusty, marginal RV park close to centro and brought out the cerbeza (beer), not bothered about the inconsistent supply of hot shower water.
Cholula to Oaxaca
We managed to exit the Puebla/Cholula city relatively unscathed, despite vehicles exiting on to off ramps from all three lanes of the “freeway” during the morning commute, which periodically slowed the flow to a crawl. Road etiquette in the cities seems to be optional!
The drive to Oaxaca was highlighted by a lunch stop at an outpost manned by a seventy year old man who appreciated the solitude and clear night skies away from the cities. He provided us with cold drinks for a few pesos and a spectacular view of the canyon below. When we asked him where he lived, he responded that he had a “ranch” not too far away – probably a hut clinging to the edge of the canyon wall!
The road was not bad……. We managed just one wrong left turn across traffic as we entered Oaxaca, creating a concert of horns blasting in no uncertain terms the displeasure and lack of tolerance of the local drivers at the ignorance and absence of driving and navigation skills of the gringo invaders from the North. We were HOPING the local populace would cut us a little slack, given the economic windfall promised by our two week visit to the area.
The choice had to be made concerning accommodations ….. the more convenient, though more rustic (read: cold showers) RV park close to the bus line to centro or the RV park some miles out of town with more luxurious surroundings. Exhaustion and thirst prevailed, so we threw caution to the wind and pulled into the dusty, marginal RV park close to centro and brought out the cerbeza (beer), not bothered about the inconsistent supply of hot shower water.
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