Our tourist buses - remarkably ancient - when did angled windows go out of fashion. Turns out these are quite common in Mexico.
The Dinner - tables laid out in a swirl
The Mariachi band, being drowned out by the rain
The somewhat flooded dinner-space.
Geodesic dome at IMSS centre in Oaxtepec
From inside the dome - note how it doesn't reach the ground.
The dome covers some sulphurous bubbling springs
Flower under the dome
Popocapetl and iztacchuatl volcanoes. These were completely hidden by clegg when we tried to visit them on the way home.
African-looking cows. There was also a freisian in this field.
Remarkably big cactus at Yagul.
The AD750 remains of the Yagul palace viewed from the natural fortress above.
Looking across the central valley - this view hasn't changed much for a couple of centruries.
The obligatory ball court. Apparently this is the biggest one in Mexico.
A couple of tombs have been excavated and are visitable.
Some bits of Aztec stone used in the local church.
Our first nice quiet campsite, on the Yagul road, looking out over the valley.
The Pacific Coast, an incredibly winding 6hr, 250km drive from Oaxaca.
Camping on the beach, with a hammock slot and some shade and showers, nearly 30m to the restaurant and the car, for a princely £1.50 each/night.
You can make your own hammock if you like
A dead eel washed up. There was a turtle too.
A very quiet bit of coast, lined with cocunut farms. There was nothing here for 15km in either direction apart from the new house/hotel that was being built.
Huge piles of cocunuts
Our tent is pitched in one of those restaurants. The price is to eat there. (Some of the best food we had, although it did give Tess the runs). And very friednly people who persisted in talking to us even though it was a very slow process, with notes and dictionaries.
We saw a shoal of >100,000 sardines here, could easily have been a million - it was extraordinary to swim through.
A road full of turkeys is perfectly normal in Mexico
They are astonishingly ugly with all those red boils and flappy bits
Nice countryside on the way back from Bahia San Augustin - a beautiful spot ruined by jet-skis and massive hassle from the locals. Don't go there.
A taxi drove into us as we were doing 50mph. It hurt!