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Magical Mexico

The coach that is taking us from Mexico City Hostel to Oaxaca Don Nino is actually a funcky 10 person van, and our driver is Pepe, who is the nicest, most knowledgable man, who loves to chat. The small miscomminucation resulting in half of the group missing at the time the coach arrives is easily forgiven and though we depart 45 minutes late, everyone is in a good mood and curious about what we will see.

Oaxaca is a 6 hour drive from Mexico city and it has been amazing, Pepe willingly answeres all our questions and entertaines us with historical facts and fictions about Mexico. Once we get out of the city the landscape underneath becomes visible. Mexico City is build in a valey and so we have to drive up the mountainrange to get out of it, resulting in a scenic vieuw of the area. For 6 hours I have done little else then stare out the window, the view is mesmerizing. The land is barren and rough and at the same time strikingly delicate and beautifull. We have passed through high rocky plateau, sloping hills, empty deserts and greener valeys. Hard to explain but lovely.

When we get to Oaxaca you can immediately tell how it is different from Mexico city, the whole city is build no higher then two stories and it reminds me of Coyoacan with the paved streets and sidewalks, the parks and fountains and the spacious planning. The hostel that we are dropt of at is unbelievable, it is beautifull, more like a hotel then a hostel. We are escorted to our dorm and are all equally amazed of how beautifull this place is! We have a rooftop terras with an open kitchen!!

After dropping all our luggage in the dorm we are invited to have a taste of Mescal, on the house, at the bar. I just can´t believe how great this place is! Mescal equals happyness.

A well deserved beer relieves our dry throughts at the rooftop before we head our for dinner. We went to a reccomented place and were confronted with a waitres who could only speek spanish ++ (thats very quick spanish) and thus we ended up ordering things we were not quite sure of, not getting drinks that we did order, getting vegetarian food with meat and it was just a great adventure.

When we were leaving the hostel 3 backpakkers arrived, which we then met later on in the restaurant, a cool bunch (canadian, belgian and german) whom we might share a couple more drinks with.

Niels, Luc and Hanneke left the restaurant and met up´with people here, Geerte stayed with the backpackers at the restaurant and I desided I had to blog, and did that.

square eyes by now

sorry guys, time to log off

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yasemin

Haha mescal! Dat heb ik ook.gedronken in het mexicaanse restaurant waar ik gewerkt heb! Ken je het verhaal? Heb je gezien dat er een rups in de fles zit!? Die rups staat ervoor dat als je een slokje mescal drinkt je vlinders in je buik zal krijgen!! Leuk he;).
Mooi verhaal weer xx ps.. Zeg niet te veel leuke dingen af omdat je moet bloggen!

Gerdien

Mooie vertellijn heb je toch, heerlijk om te lezen, ik zie het je allemaal doen! xxx mama

Gerdien

We hebben de wereldklok op mexicaanse tijd gezet, hoeven we niet na te denken over het tijdstip bij jou.

Edwin

Heb je veel Engelstalige lezers? Ik vind het wat moeilijk om te volgen...

len

ow chica signorita what a life you have! LIKE! en zoals yasemin zegt. niet teveel bloggen maar meer opsnuiven die cultuur en ervaringen!

Philippe

Bonjour Annieke,

Ton père et ta mère ont raison. Tu écrives divertissante. Peut-être que tu dois envisager d'écrire. Mais un ami de toi Edwin a raison…... pourquoi en Anglais. Est il pas plus simples d’écries en Français. Dans tous cas, pour moi c’est plus faciles à lires.

Et sais tu que aussi les Français ont allé en Mexique. Donc….

Salut et encore un grand, grand bisou de la petites Emma.

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