Welcome to Oaxaca

The bus ride from Mexico City to Oaxaca was a measly 6 hours, which is truly local in the whole scheme of international bus travel. Seats reclined, air conditioning works. A veritable paradise. The only thing I didn´t figure on was that bus didn´t actually stop for lunch like most other long distance busses I have travelled on. So 4 hours in, the chap beside me was watching rather bemusedly as I stuck 4 pieces of chewing gum in my mouth at once, hoping to suck any kind of nutrional content out of them to stop me from fainting onto his shoulder. This torture by famine was not helped by the fact that the driver had stuck on a DVD called "The Orphanage", which for 2pm and on a bus packed with kids was rather a disasterous choice. Well actually the kids were all fine but I was curled up in a ball peeking out from behind my fingers.

I survived the "Starvation Bus" as I fondly call it and reeled downtown and into the nearest Taco stand where I proceeded to wolf down 10 of the old ladies finest tacos. I didn´t understand the word she used for the content (well she didn´t say pollo or carne) but it was something beginning with T. On my way to the hostel I was running through all possibilities and came to the slightly stomach bending conclusion, that yes indeed, I had just had some yummy Tripe Tacos...