sun-drenched jitterbug oaxaca: 3982912 and why i hate this temperature
okay so i woke up at 3 am in a hostel that smelled like old socks and highway food. my laptop screen was flickering because the power grid here is as reliable as a drunken grandma’s GPS. i just checked and it’s 13.9 degrees, which is like if someone froze a taco and you had to eat it. hope you like that kind of thing.
walking through the alleys feels like a scene from a b-movie. neon signs flicker in spanish, a bunch of pigeons argue loudly about nothing. my friend luis swore the coffee here tastes like regret, but i drank three cups anyway. i’m a digital nomad so i’m supposed to suffer for art or whatever.
compared to where i’m from, this place is a paradox. the weather here is 13.9°C but it feels like 10.5 because of that 67% humidity. it’s the kind of climate that makes your skin remember it once was in a sauna. the sea level pressure is 1022hPa, which i guess means the air is scrambling to give up. meanwhile, the ground level pressure is 807. i don’t know what that means but it sounds dangerous.
someone told me that the market at 5 am has the best mole, but i heard that from a guy who might’ve been high. another rumor was that the hostel owner has a secret lisp. i asked, and he denied it, but his catchphrase was definitely ‘s’ounded like ‘th’ all day.
if you get bored, the zócalo is a 20-minute bike ride away. or just stare at the wall for an hour. the neighbors here are… unique. one family plays mariachi every monday at 6 pm, and the sound travels through the walls like a horror movie score. another guy outside my window keeps talking to his plants in english. i doubt they listen.
i tried to find reviews online but everything’s either 5 stars from people trying too hard or 1 star because they got scammed. i would’ve said more, but i forgot what i saw on tripadvisor. probably something about a rat. or a ghost. or both.
the urls i’m throwing in here are random. check out the yelp for café reducir, which supposedly has the best chocolate. the tripadvisor page for the main historic district is a mess of memes and one true story about a bar fight. and this local board (https://www.oaxaca-travel.de) has hostel listings that look like they were painted by a kid with crayons.
here are some photos i took. first is the market chaos. second is the sun melting the sky. third is a street artist drawing a taco so realistic it might start lactating.
i’m not sure if this post makes sense. probably not. i wrote it while pretending to be a poet and failing. if you read this, thanks. i’m in oaxaca and it’s chaotic. i’m also 90% sure i’ve been here before. or maybe i just hallucinated. either way, the weather is 13.9. deal with it.
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