Photo Essay: The Colours of Oaxaca

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Yellow and Blue A pretty standard-issue paint job in central Oaxaca. The contrast of blue and yellow is one of my favourite combinations on earth. I can’t get enough of this building.   Accidental Street Art North of the city centre, near the apartment we lived in, was this seemingly forgotten truck. We passed this scene almost daily whether we were heading to the grocery store, bakery, cafe, or our favourite taco stand. The truck never moved during our entire …

Reflecting on Five Months Central America

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It’s such a tiny area. The entirety of Central America – including the regions of Mexico we visited – could fit within the country of France. Yet every country is different than the next, each one having its own distinct culture. In Guatemala for example, the Mayan roots are very obvious; from physical features to traditional clothing and general way of life. While right next door in El Salvador, due to several tragic moments in recent history, the Mayan culture …

Recipe: Torta with Pork and Chorizo

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The torta: essentially just the name given to any Mexican sandwich. During our time in Oaxaca, this was one of the first foods we immediately fell in love with, and has remained one of our top choices when grabbing a bite on the side of the road. This is one of those comfort foods that you eat without remorse: forget about caloric intake, don’t bother counting carbs, or getting enough ‘green’ in your meal.
 
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The Mayan Ruins of Palenque

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Palenque is known for one thing above all else, the ancient Mayan ruins around ten kilometres outside of town. Having a place already booked near the small cluster of backpacker accommodation known as El Panchan, roughly half-way to the ruins, once breakfast was finished we quickly headed out of town and checked into our little hut.

Oaxaca City

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It was supposed to be a nice spot to settle and relax, to stop and lay down some plans for the coming months. We planned on popping in, enjoying some great food, and getting out. Feeling like home wasn’t part of the deal, it certainly didn’t make leaving any easier. Yet five weeks later, we closed our apartment door behind us for the final time and walked to the bus station as the sun set ahead of us.
 
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