We miss the night bus in San Cristobal so take a taxi to Tuxtla to try and meet it. We arrive at 12.15am and make it just in time. I sleep badly as I always do on night buses - the seat doesn't recline much and the roads are windy so I find myself lurching from one side of the seat to the other. Worse still the driver is playing some cheesy Frank Sinatra tunes.
I arrive in Oaxaca (pronounced something like Wa-haca) in the morning tired and grumpy but I'm revived when I take a walk to the zocalo (main square).
(Photo - Cathedral)
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