Wild Things of Oaxaca

Conan was so funny ~ driving along, we’d see a dog on the road, or cows on the side of the road, and he would say, “Wild dog,” or “Wild cows.”  Since the animal in question looked like it would stand in place for the rest of its life, it cracked me up.  Like the “wild horse” grazing happily outside my bedroom window.

Here he ~ or she ~ is again.

At a rest stop, we see a dog that Conan is taken with ~ I know this because I have 5 pictures of this particular dog.

Although there were lots of dogs wandering around on their own, most of them appeared adequately fed.  Often the cows looked skinnier than the dogs.

Here’s one of those dogs that lays in the road until Luis gets real close.

Here’s a wild donkey, strolling along.

A wild bicyclist

Notice he’s riding barefoot ~ and keep in mind what the roads are like!  Going down would be fun, going up, maybe not so much.

Wild women weaving something with rushes – some kind of mats maybe?

Here’s a wild bus, coming around the corner toward us.

Here are some wild children.

And here.

Here’s a wild man.

Yes, that’s wild man, Conan, loving it.  Yes, it’s a sheer drop on the other side of the wall.

Here’s my favorite though.  We’re on the way back to Oaxaca City and we see an adorable little boy and his dog in the truck in front of us.  Conan says, “Quick, give me the camera, I want to take a picture of them.”

I hand the camera up to him, but it’s too late.  They’ve turned away and are no longer incredibly adorable.  We ride in disappointed silence for a minute, then Conan sticks his head out the window.

“Hey!  Muchito!” he says ~ literally “little muchness ~ “Hey~  turn back around, I want to take your picture with your dog.”  {Only, you know, he said it in Spanish.}

Grinning, the little boy and his dog turned and posed, looking just like they had when we first saw them.

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Posted on August 30, 2012, in Mexico travel, Trip to Juquila and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. you really should ride one of the busses — my experience is that they really are pretty wild.

    really enjoying your travel log



  2. Just reading these make me smile. A non-glitzy, but non-judgemental view of a world that is very different from ours. I remember in Puerto Rico, the wild dogs, the wandering chickens (and the very LOUD rooster who crowed at midnight, as well as 5 a.m)…we are so far removed from this earthy life, here in the US.

    Your travelogue reads a bit like Eat Love Pray…but much MUCH better. 🙂



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