After the boys went to the wrestling (where midget wrestling is the speciality of the arena) we got ourselves on the bus to Oaxaca. The first hour or so of the trip was a voyage through the concrete barrios of the working and unemployed people of Mexico ($6 per day is the average wage if you are lucky enough to be working). The next five hours of the trip was like a filmic landscape version from The Roadrunner, only with a few more cactus plants and some quite gripping canyons. We arrived in the town without bookings and have done as well as we would have with bookings.
The boys are paying $9 (including free internet, breakfast and bike hire) per night at the Mezkalito. Tony and I are about 500 metres up the same street in a nice hotel with potplants and courtyards etc. Fittingly enough it is called the Hotel Antonio. We are all a bit flat today, but I for one am glad to be out of the pollution. The first few times I saw people walking around with face masks on I thought they were dorks, now it just seems like a good idea if you have to live in Mexico City.
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Hi Greta, I am up at the mountains at Gordon and Jeanettes. This is the last day of Sydney thank goodness. It was very sad to say goodbye to his house. Your blog is great to read. Mum will read it tomorrow. Alex and I have read and enjoyed all your stories. Love Michele
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