This was in fact a tough situation we were involved in; besides me Duncan also suffered from such cramps and both of us badly needed to get a biological relief. I could not bear anymore this desperate struggle with our physical condition; somehow I had to make a decision immediately.
The driver had to be convinced to stop at once; therefore, I bravely targeted him whilst fighting my way through all passengers on the aisle by excusing myself over and over for this unintended hassle.
In the end, I guess the majority of travelers seemed to be quite elated about this unexpected stopover. There was no doubt that these hours were rather frightening and embarrassing for both of us.
Glad about the relief of pain we happily arrived in Oaxaca early in the morning being completely shattered and longing for some rest. The sun was rising and we were just in time to dive into the opening ceremony of the local Mercado which was described as the biggest and most famous one in Middle America.
Once we succeeded in cherishing some relaxation and rejuvenation, we planned to explore the market life the next day. The fact that this splendid market only took place once a year made this occasion even more spectacular. Predominantly, old and young natives were busy fixing their warehouse-like stalls to sell turkeys, chickens, all sorts of different decoration material for Christmas, clothes and cloths, and many other striking thingamabobs.
The entire market reflected such a blaze of color of Indian art, craft, and culture, mostly due to the appearance of an increasing number of Indians who were hoping to earn some additional money. As our temporary resort we chose a small hotel depriving our wallet of 14,000 pesos but satisfying our basic needs in spite of the presence of bugs and cockroaches.
Making the acquaintance of two lovely local Indian girls who perfectly managed their vending booth was one extraordinary and even a bit emotional highlight during the next morning.
Looking forward to chatting with them and applying our acquired skills in Spanish, we ambitiously headed to their booth. By means of Duncan’s splendid body language there was no doubt achieving a solid communication anyway.
Knowing much about culture in this area we originally planned to attend the famous local museum, but we could not make it, maybe due to the actual distraction illustrated above; instead we focused upon an alternative program that turned out to be a real delicacy in terms of artistic and performing aspects.
The place was called Teatro Macedonio Alcala where we had been nicely surprised by a choir consisting of boys and girls who had been dressed like Little Buddha in their orange-brownish robes and costumes. Eventually, the whole theater was involved in their activities via parading through the audience and inspiring the people to sing and dance. A few extras suddenly emerged from backstage too, waving huge flag-banners and joining the performance, which ended up in a sea of colors making everybody feel rather jubilant.
The last overwhelming point of interest on our schedule ought to be the well-known archeological sites of Monte Alban located about 8 miles away from Oaxaca. By bus we had been taken up to a fairly high mountainous plateau where an incredible amount of remaining ruins, still well-conserved and belonging to the Mixtec culture (800 BC), could be gazed at.