Forgot to mention yesterday the process of checking out of apartments. Apartments fall into two categories – those you can get back into, and those you can’t. Obviously with the latter we are super careful before we once and for all lock the apartment knowing we can’t get back in.
So we’re already in the Uber on the way to the bus station in Puebla when I realise I’ve left my small rucksack (containing passports, amongst other important stuff) in the apartment, and guess which category of apartment it fell in to. Yup – had to call the agent who was thankfully close by to let us in, so alls well that ends well. And the Uber driver’s tip (£4) was actually bigger than his fare!
Oh, and another thing – we’ve been staying in Mexico City, San Cristobal and Puebla, and they’re all at about 2,200 metres (7,000 feet in old money). Now we’re in Oaxaca we’re now in the heady depths of 1,600m (5,000ft). And no idea if it’s connected but we’re seeing much hotter weather – high 20s or might even hit 30 degrees.
Started the first day with the obligatory walking tour, with Abel as our guide.
As usual, great for getting our bearings, and will use that as our framework for our stay here. A few introductory pictures
Tierra del Sol
And then, complementary to Eileen’s super-planning, something unexpected and memorable happens.
Got a recommendation from Abel about restaurants and chose this one almost at random.
Started with a tortilla tasting session. Including a grasshopper salsa (with extra grasshopper salt). It was good, but you’d never guess.
Great views from the terrace. One of the issues here in Mexico is that because we’re so unfamiliar with the food terms, even if you order something you like, you’ll probably never find it again. Anyway, Eileen had quail!
