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The bus journey to Oaxaca - pronounced wa-Ha-ca which led to some confusion about our destination when we bought the tickets, was through beautiful rugged mountains with deep gulleys. The mountains were covered in large cactus including the prickly-pear varity. After 6 and a half hours we arrived in Oaxaca and headed for a hostal we'd read about in our Lonely Planet guide. The hostel has a large central "jungly" courtyard with trees and plants, the owners have numerous parrots in cages which hang in the courtyard, together with doves and geese wandering around the floor. The geese are quite mischevious, trying to pull tableclothes from tables and bullying the doves.
Having checked in we wandered into the centre past brightly painted houses and shady squares where men cowboy hats sat chatting (this is just how we imagined Mexico would be) to find a plaza - the Zocalo, surrounded by cafes and a central square with a bandstand, grass and benches. Spying a restaurant on the second floor we ate our dinner and watched the mexicans promenading and tourists looking and finally everyone running for cover as the rain poured down. A lovely setting and a wonderful city.
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