One of our faithful readers, Marcy, made a comment on a previous post, a post related to the town of Oaxaca. Marcy’s comment said, in part: “oh more more more on Oaxaca!”… So, in a shameless attempt to suck up to those of our readers who make the effort to comment, here’s more on Oaxaca.
First, let me describe where we stayed. Our home for the eight days we were in Oaxaca was the Overland Oasis, a park owned and operated by Leanne and Calvin, a Canadian couple. Leanne and Calvin have spent the last six or so years living in their 1957 bus. Roughly a year ago, they bought a piece of property in Tule, right outside (as in a 10 peso collectivo ride) of Oaxaca. Leanne and Calvin’s house is built around, literally around, their bus. And next to their house, The Overland Oasis has room for three, maybe four, small vehicles.
We had a great time with Leanne and Calvin and the other overlanders / guests that were there at the time.
Oaxaca kind of has it all – culture, markets, booze, works of art, food. The previous post showed pics from the markets in the small towns surrounding Oaxaca, and some of the superb street food. Here are additional pics showing some of the other attractions.
Surrounding Oaxaca are small villages specializing in different types of folk art. In one of the villages, Rosario gave us a great tour of how she and her family make traditional weaving – everything from how the wool is spun, dyed, and woven. Luckily we do not have a house at this time, otherwise we could have easily spent a few thousand dollars on some of the gorgeous weavings.
Another small village specializes in making Mezcal – a cousin of Tequila. As we drove into the small village, the Mezcal distilleries were lined up on both sides of the road. Of course, we had to buy some.
In another direction, no more than 30 minutes outside of Oaxaca, are the ruins of Monte Alban, a pre-hispanic mountain top fortress / village, that dates back to 500 BC. Very cool. Also, little known fact, an etching of Monte Alban graces the 20 peso note.
There you have it, Marcy. Get your plastic out, buy a ticket, and go – you won’t regret it.
Oh, and after you tire of the markets, weddings, culture, weaving, Mezcal, and unique archaeological ruins, Oaxaca lies only 250 km from some beautiful beaches. Though to be truthful, the 250 km took us almost 6 hours to drive. As k d lang used to sing: constant curving. But it was worth it when we arrived.