Saturday, April 11, 2009

Mitla to Puerto Arista

In the morning I drag Shane out of bed and we head up to the ruins, to be honest they weren’t that impressive.



More interesting than the ruins themselves, was the story behind why they were so ruined. When the Spanish came to settle in Mitla, they disassembled a lot of the existing structures to build their church. Somewhat sad, but it is a pretty church. Shane seemed unimpressed as well.

On the road south from Mitla, mex190 is a lot faster of a road than 131 or 175, but still windy with a lot of elevation change. Unfortunately since this is the best road to the coast from Oaxaca, it is full of cars and busses and semi trucks that are hard to get around, and tend to throw gravel and diesel smoke at you.

After Santo Domingo we hopped on mex200, where we’ve spent a good majority of our trip. 200 is a huge contrast, I’d describe it as nice and straight. It’s funny because back home I hate riding straight sections of highway, but down here, when you’re trying to get somewhere, it’s a bit of a relief to be on something that resembles a highway.



There isn’t a whole lot going on in Puerto Arista. It is very much a one street town, on the beach. The beach seems to go forever, but we were a little too tired to deal with riding KLRs on the beach, it’s fun, but a lot of work. The Lonely Planet describes Puerto Arista as a great place to drink a few beers and watch the sunset over the Shane and I did just that, how romantic.

I didn’t realize this at the time, but this would be our last Mexican meal, our last Mexican beer, and our last sunset over the Pacific. All three were everything they were cracked up to be.

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