Most of the time, I’m reluctant to leave the comforts of a bed, four walls and a toilet.
Not so today.
The hostel in Oaxaca in which we stayed was relatively empty when we arrived. We had the dorm room to ourselves for two nights. As Sarah previously posted, our dorm was close to full last night.
We’re used to being by ourselves most of the time, either on the road or camping. This morning, the common dining area was swarmed with people and a majority of them were smoking.
Sarah and I had debated staying another day in Oaxaca. At breakfast, we looked at each other through tearing, smoke irritated eyes and made the decision to get on the road. With the right mix of people, hostels can be a lot of fun. Other times they can be like holiday gatherings where a high level of tolerance and a drink or five help make the surrounding people tolerable.
On our way out of town we stopped to see El Árbol del Tule. Like the Bristlecone Pines we visited, it was old. Estimates place it between 1,200 and 3,000 years old. And, it was big, placing it in the class of Giant Sequoias which we hiked amongst in the past. Nothing is as impressive as some massive wood.