The end of Oaxaca city. Oaxaca city.
Here are some short stories from our last days in Oaxaca city, and a photo album.
Oil: Both Alex and I were due to change our oil. I wanted to change over to Castrol so that Jayne and I would be running the same oil, and also because I didn’t really trust the oil I had previously bought. For some reason we decided that though Alex wasn’t due to change his filter, we would take it out to wipe the last few drops of old oil out of the filter chamber. We did that. Then I dropped his filter in the dirt.
Felt preeeeetty stupid the whole ride to grab one of our last spares from Jayne.
Botanna Bar: Our host Pat and her brother Darcy invited us to a botanna bar. Buy beer, get free food! Downside: beer is twice the price of anywhere else. Upside: 2 for 1 happy hour from 1 to 3! Alex and I left at 3 to go sell his tires.
Tires: Alex has some spare tires he’s trying to sell. The problem is they don’t make a lot of big bikes down here in Mexico. The other problem is they’re Dunlops, and wear out faster than a fat smoker walking up stairs. I toured around with Alex from bike shop to bike shop, rejection after rejection. Our last stop was the best rejection all day: “no we won’t buy your tires, but we will keep pouring you cervesas and mezcal until you run away.”
While rejection always sucks, riding through town with Alex was a blast. Like being kids again, reminded me of back riding around Calgary with my buddy Nate. Except that here we can legally split lanes.
Museum: We went to a museum with Alex, Ida and their couch surfing host Ricky. Ricky had replied to my couch request after we had already fallen in love with Pat and Don, but he kindly took in homeless Alex and Ida. He also brought hist pistol to the museum and had to check it at the gate. Military folks I tells ya. The “Santo Domingo Cultural Center”, formerly a convent, also formerly a military base, holds a lot of art and historical relics from the local area. We hired a guide, who was alright, but I get bored easily in most museums, and though there was neat things to be seen, after an hour this was no different. Worth seeing the Elephant balls though.
Night riding: We got stuck riding at night a few times in Oaxaca. Once after our journey in the mountains, and a couple times within the city. Coming in from the mountains was not fun. Big trucks in a hurry crossing the center line, and being unable to tell headlights apart in your mirrors.
Riding around in the city was much better: No traffic, street lights, and we had learned where all the topes were. Riding back from our night out learning to salsa dance was even quite enjoyable. The only real downside we encountered riding at night in the city is the ‘night shift’ of feral dogs. Most dogs in the day time are pretty well behaved here considering how many feral dogs there are, but some packs of night dogs tend to be less cuddly. When they bite at my boots while I ride by, my boots bite back. While we have no intention of riding at night again in the future, if we have to, within cities is not too bad… except the dogs.