From my thatched roofed cabana at ´Frutas y Verduras´ Hostel in Puerto Escondido, run by a welcoming band of Slovenian Surfers and their loyal perritos, I wake to the ocean and what sounds like military propaganda from the Oaxaca State Government and Latino beats simultaneously blasting from a tried soap box that dates to the rusty VW from which the sounds are projected. The beach is humming with life-soaring eagles, pelicans, butterflies, dolphins and of course, waves lapping at the feet of the sun drenched local surfers. The surf and sunsets are stunning, the stars even more so.
Uncertainty has led me to the ridiculously perfect sandy shore of Peurto Escondido. In losing my initial position, I have gained momentum, but a momentum which in itself makes moving forward from this place almost impossible. I lost my feet and in exchange, found a place to stand.
El Punta, Puerto Escondido, post 17 hours bus ride, and worth every torturous kilometre. This place is magic. 
during crunch time
In search of the famous ´mole´ sauce, hot on the trail but slightly distracted by the other local fanfare-chilli crickets. Taking a moment to reflect...before
Puebla, the unofficial home of the marriage between Chilli and Chocolate sauce lovingly named ´mole´. It became immediately obvious to me that this is also the place to get hitched, with Spanish colonial cathederals on every corner, cobble stone streets, and friendly chaps such as this one dressed in complete military attire and waiting to be snapped up, I am surprised I made it out unscathed
Conquestodora, at the top of the beastie and out of breath-lost to the view. 
Temple of the Sun, at the epic aztec site of Teotihuacan, where 256 bodies were found buried below, sacrificed in sets of 3,5 or 9, all in the name of fertility. The main drag is of the empire is two miles long and runs almost perfectly between north and south. Not a bad feat for a civilisation which existed almost two thousand years ago.
