In this series

In this series

Clueless
in Oaxaca

Clueless
in Oaxaca

The return to Oaxaca and the surrounds

August 29th to September 18th, 2022

I remember the first time I flew into Ciudad de México (CDMX). Five am, September 2010.  Below me all I could see were the stars and scattered patches of pueblos, slowly merging like frayed fabric into one single blanket of light, smothering the vast valle de México. And later in the yellow glow of afternoon sun, I was held close within the swirl and sway of a smokey Norteño in the heart of Alameda Central… I was smitten. I had fallen in love with this place. A love affair that would make me call its faded edificios ‘my home’.

Well that was ten years ago and in the turmoil of life since, it’s been well over five years since I’ve returned. This isn’t a single tour, more a campaign to rediscovery old memories, friends and quiet places in the heart.

Starting in August with CDMX and its surrounds, this will be a collection of vignettes of life as I try to regain a foothold back in the big city.

The story so far

Cuitláhuac, the last Aztec emperor of Tenochtitlan now presides over Reformer in the heart of the city.
El Patio. Where icons of cabaret die on CDMX
One of the more celebrity Bocho in CDMX
Traditional Oaxaca kitchen with a Vimal at its heart.
Fields of green
Nothing really captures this place. It’s endless, hard and alive.
A squall crossing the Central Valley away to the east.
Great walk on the campo this morning. Thank you O&M.
You’re innocent when you dream… when you dream. You’re innocent when you dream….
Too much mezcal? Nooooo
A secondary road somewhere… my kidneys are functioning fine.