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oaxaca | mexico

travel October 1, 2014

Even before arriving, I knew that Oaxaca was the best place for me to be in after farwelling mi amigo and starting off again on my own. I had chosen to stay here well before arriving in Mexico because it was a known heaven of four of my favourite things – food, chocolate, art and culture. I had given myself 5 days to explore – I enjoyed the festivities over the semana santa, I worked my way through my list of all the best foods that were on offer, I sampled mezcal with my newly made friends, I wandered through all the art galleries and visited the alebrije workshops in the small towns, and out of all of these experiences I didn’t expect that one would surpass the other, especially in such an unexpected place for me.

I had been told to visit a place called hierve el agua, just out of Oaxaca City, so I went with a group of mexican tourists that were on their holiday break. I did not know much about where I was going and couldn’t understand the detailed explanation that was being told to us in spanish on the way there, but I feel this worked in my favour – sometimes being ignorant is bliss. When I arrived, I was in awe. It was instantly one of the most incredible places and one of the most amazing sights I have seen to date. I followed the path and made my way to the highest point, on top of the petrified water and simply sat there, let time surpass and looked out on what seemed to be the edge of the world.

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chichicastenango | guatemala

travel July 24, 2014

While in Chichicastenango I took the time to wander by myself – to walk through a market that was bigger than some of the towns that surrounded it. It was a meeting place of many communities, their main source of income or trade, and their way of life. It was an incredibly colourful place, through the clothing the people wore, the buildings they lived in, the food, textiles and art they sold.

In the midst of everything was a white church that brought a calming centre to it all. Where the women sat selling flowers, with the burning incense surrounding them. It created such a peaceful atmosphere, in a busy market place. Somehow in the labyrinth of all the stalls I ran into mi amigo, so we sat for a while simply observing, talking and philosophising as the people around us went about their day.

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