I experienced such a bad ass trip with m’lady, one that I could never fully rep on the blog without taking it over for a few months. So I decided to pick out a few rad happenings and let those speak for the trip as a whole. Enjoy!
So this is the story: Right after our arrival in Oaxaca, acabo de putting the bags down and all that, Maria and I made our first foray into the neighborhood to find some eats and assimilate into our new home. We ate at the exact type of place that they told us to stay away from or face chorro; just a street-front kitchen with some plastic patio chairs and tables, definitely the front of someone’s house. Meh, straight up drank the water and everythang, not even trying to turn away the goodness that was placed in front of us.
Anyhow, lunch accomplished, time to cruise the park right next to the house. Right away I spot a BMX bike on the floor, behind it a Mexican dude chillin on a bench. I simply ask him what kind of bike he has, and we get to talkin bout bikes and stuff. He’s super hype and wants us to go to this competencia at the skate park next week. Cheah! Hella down.
We end up seeing him quite a few times in the next few days and party with him and stuff. The day before the comp, I figured that we should try to find the skate park, since it was in an area of town we had never been. I asked a bunch of kids where it was and they all gave me two word answers “Derecho, aca.” Aite tight. That’s all I needed, I just wanted to explore anyway.
Walkin, walkin, walkin, no park, no nothin, and we’re hella far from the house at this point. Determined as I was, I continued to ask folks for directions and continued to get no real response. Late.
As we’re walking, I notice a super tiny sign that points to a train station and museum. Train station? Didn't know Oaxaca had one. Sick! This is what I found…
Apparently, Mexico completely cut funding for all rail related expenses some time in the 70's, causing the whole system to collapse (Keep that in mind US). This is what's left.
I'd be stoked to be that kid...
Full car burner!
And the ill gems...
Can't keep me off these trains! Even with a wounded wing!
Mexican graffiti is dope. If you wanna see more, peep the rest of the photos here. Cheah! By the way, we never found the skate park that day, just more examples of the greatness that is Oaxaca. Hasta pronto!