Our home away from home in Oaxaca for 3 weeks – our casa and our colourful hood.
As I’ve mentioned before we quite inadvertently arrived in the midst of the build-up to the Guelaguetza festival – which is meant supposedly to focus on the last two Mondays in July – the Mondays of fierce regional dancing and musical competition– but it seems to be going on all of the time, and I mean all of the time. Most mornings are kicked off with fire crackers at 6am accompanied by church bells and barking dogs. Some wake up call. As I write at 6pm, the crackers are again going CRACKERS!!! We’ve noticed the locals and visitors seems to enjoy a late night and a sleep in, so they’re either used to the crackers going off at all hours or they’re truly dead to the world, exhausted by the manic exuberance of the whole event.
Seems a good place for a naked run through the streets?
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It’s not running with the bulls….but after a few glasses of Mezcal, who knows!,,,
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More photos of you please Paul
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Ha, that would be nice. Have one taken today though, posting shortly.
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