Oh the fun I had in Mexico. Those were the days: meeting loads of travellers, learning Spanish swear words, and getting drunk on the local lethal drinks. In the two weeks I spent in Oaxaca, Mexico, I had a right laugh. Here's a short story of a crazy night I had with a travelling friend of mine.
There is no such thing as a quiet
night in Oaxaca.
|Get the beers in!|
Photo by bamgal
“Let’s just go for one,”
Uvlad said after we’d finished our meal, but it’s never just one.
North of the Zocalo, we
strolled down a thin cobbled street, stumbled on a row of bars and chose one
with a special offer on Coronas.
“Bienvenido,” said the
barmaid as she leaned over the bar to reveal her cleavage. ‘You would like a
drink?’ Uvlad had noticed her low cut top as well and grinned as we sat on the
high bar stools. We were the only customers.
“Cuatro Coronas, por favor,” he said. The barmaid served the four Coronas,
each time slipping in a lemon to add Mexican flavour.
“I’m not a big drinker,”
Uvlad said. He was big, at least 120 kilos, and that night he was a drinker; a
By the time we’d knocked
back six beers, a thick cloud of smoke swirled round the faint ceiling lights;
the bar was rammed with noisy locals.
“Where can we dance?”
Uvlad asked the barmaid. She looked at him to try to suss him out and smiled.
“With me you cannot, but
Temptation is over the road.” She winked as she wiped the lemon rinds from the
bar top. “Maybe I will see you later.” Uvlad paused as he finished the end of
“What did she say?”
Uvlad said as we staggered over to Temptation.
“That she might see us
“I thought so,” he said,
The bouncer looked at his watch as we propped
ourselves up against each other.
“Muy temprano - very early,”
he said. Again we were the only customers.
“No pasa nada - no problem,” Uvlad said as he patted the bouncer’s
shoulder. The Mexican raised his eyebrows, tutted, and let us in the dingy club.
The waiters were still
setting up the bar and the band was testing the sound. We stood by the bar and
showed each other our florescent teeth shining in the ultraviolet light. We
ordered two more Coronas and waited for the crowd.
After an hour, the club
was full of Oaxacans and travellers dancing to salsa. Some Oaxacan students
talked with us and introduced a local bevy.
|You have to try Mezcal if you'r ein Mexico!|
Photo by dbrekke
“What’s it called again?”
Uvlad asked me for the third time.
“It like tequila, it
make me happy,” he said, clinking glasses and knocking back the strong shot. Mezcal
is the local firewater and over a million and a half litres are exported every
year. Europeans pay up to $20 a bottle, while in Taiwan $275. We paid a dollar
The potent drink had its
desired effect and Uvlad and I pranced about, sweating and making fools of
“There she is,” Uvlad
said as the barmaid came in. “Wait here.” He shot off to the bar, whispered
something in her ear, and received a slap.
“If she wanted to dance
salsa back at my room.”
“A bit forward, don’t
When the band stopped,
some students dragged us into a cab and we ended up in a late night bar outside
the centre. A couple of mezcals later we were dancing on the tables wearing
sombreros. At six in the morning we were mezcalled up to our eyeballs. We said goodbye to our brief drinking
companions and hailed down a cab.
“Why are we pulling
over?” Uvlad said five minutes into the journey. I’d almost dozed off.
“Oh shit, it’s the pigs,”
“The police.” The police
car flashed in front and the officers paced over and ordered the cabbie to get
out. They argued for a while before our driver handed over some money. The
mezcal had impeded my judgement but I presumed he’d been speeding.
When we stopped outside
our hostel, the cabbie tried to pull a fast one.
“You pay more for police,
you in car,” he said.
“Your joking mate,
you’re the driver,” I said.
“You pay more, you in
“No way Jose,” Uvlad
said, giving him what we agreed. The driver shouted a few expletives in Spanish
as we left the car and stumbled towards the hostel.
“So much for a quiet
night,” Uvlad said.
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