Heavy Breathing and Midgets

We were up early to pack, eat, and check out of our 4 star hostel in Mexico City to begin our southerly journey to Oaxaca. Sounding somewhat like a bad stalker, Dean mentioned he was having a fair amount of trouble breathing as we walked the city streets at over a mile altitude. I had noticed a fair amount of heavy breathing behind me, but has chosen to ignore it rather than risk encouraging it. On the way through the bus station I saw the smallest midget ever wearing a cowboy outfit and sporting a true to life bushy Magnum P.I. mustache. He was standing with his little cowboy boots crossed leaning against a wall in the terminal. Boarding the bus we discovered we had booked passage on the slow bus to Oaxaca, taking almost twice as long to travel the distance than the normal bus, but offering a super scenic ride. I was awesome to see more of Mexico and to ride through the beautiful mountains. The roads were very narrow, with hundreds of make shift memorials to lost loved ones who drove off the dangerous cliffs all along the way. Wow. At a rest stop I had an opportunity to get tacos for the group using wild gestures, grunts, and the 3 to 5 words I know in Spanish. Mission accomplished. I have used this tried and true techniques through Europe, Asia, and much of North and West Africa. So we arrived in Oaxaca without incident and expended a great amount of effort to locate one of the worst hostels I have ever stayed in. Wildly popular they are charging top dollar and offering little or nothing in return. A pincher bug just crawled up the wall by my head, so I´ll leave more exciting news for later. I still have a creepy shower and roach filled night to experience. The true excitement of the city begins in the morning.