Im becoming increasingly convinced that I am not actually in Oaxaca but in a dream or a hallucination.



How else can I explain a place that is surrounded by picturesque mountains that touch the clouds, with streets full of colourful houses, vendors, markets, music.. where daily street processions, led by big bands and followed by a bevy of beautiful mexican girls clad in rich and colourful traditional dresses march through the city singing and laughing, throwing candy and sweet bread at innocent bystanders while dancing with pineapples? Where else can you find the Mezcal festival? A display of the finest alcohol ever made by man, where free shots are indiscriminately handed out to adults and children alike of this tasty beverage that gets you drunk but never TOO drunk, which is mildly hallucinogenic and leaves no trace of a Hangover but instead a yummy warm feeling that makes you want to smack your lips and do it all over again? (you dont even worry about what happenned last night!) Where else can you buy mangoes for less than 20 cents, meet travellers from all over the world, (artists, photographers, world class musicians..), attend a rembrandt exhibition, go to an african jungle class and then jam with the street bands till then sun sets EVERY day? Or go up the mountains for sacred mushrooms and down the other side to be greeted by fine caribbean beaches, always warm and inviting and full of naked frenchmen?

I met the governor of the City, he was opening the ceremonies of the Mezcal fest, I had a shot with him, then I got interviewed on television. I was pretty drunk, I dont know what I said, I hope it was good. Miguel got interviewed too, he's from Portugal and he's an artists, I liked him a lot but I havent seen him since.