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| Oaxaca's Valley Photo by phylevn |
"I’ve found a better
hostel round the corner, same price and there’s a funny Argentinean geezer on
reception," I said to Uvlad.
"Do they offer a free
shower with every bed too?"
"Yeah, very funny wise
guy, come on let’s go before someone else nicks the beds."
The hostel on Av
Independencia was much cleaner, had a pool table, two hammocks, there were less
beds per square metre, and no dripping roof.
Victor, from Buenos
Aires, was running the place during the day. He was just under 6ft tall, with
jet-black hair and eager wide eyes. He’d been travelling round Mexico for a
couple of years and was hoping to save up some money to go to England. Being an
Argentinean in Mexico was more difficult than he’d imagined.




