Mexico Day Four

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We got up pretty early, headed to the bus station and realized we were at the wrong bus station. We needed the West bus station to get a bus to Oaxaca so we took the metro to the other terminal on the other side of the city. We got a bus, no problem and while we waited we got some food. As I was eating, I tore a gash into the side of my mouth with my teeth. Not the smartest thing to do, especially in the birthplace of chili peppers.
Anyway, as we were on the bus leaving the city, I saw a truck full of dead, plucked chickens in the bed. No wrapping or anything on them in August...um yeah-made me even that much more suspicious of chicken in Latin America.
The buses down there are pretty cool and comfortable. Three movies were shown. I didn't get much sleep like usual so the movies were welcome. I mostly watched the scenery which was pretty cool.
The pacific side of Latin America from Chile to Mexico away from the equator looks a lot like the pacific side of the United States, except Latin America is often bigger. We passed some pretty steep canyons and jagged mountains. We made a few stops in some towns on the way.
We saw a lot of poverty, cornfields, and desert landscape. We made it to Oaxaca and caught a bus to our hostel. The hostel was 5 dollars a piece a night.
We stayed in a mixed dorm, but everyone there was nice and friendly.
We threw our bags on our beds and then went down to the centro. There was a popsicle/ice cream shop right next to the hostel on the corner and I ended up getting a mango y chile popsicle. That was interesting. Especially with the gash in my mouth.
We walked around, saw more protestors, saw that the municipal building had most of the windows broken on the first level so we didn't get to see the murals in there. We walked around, checked out the cathedral, did a little shopping and then went to eat. As we were walking to El Bicho to eat, it started raining. Hard. We made it into the restaurant and ordered a feast for 6...except there was two of us. Needless to say, it was a memorable, delicious, introduction to Oaxacan food and los moles.