14 November 2010

Hierve el Agua

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It was an hour up a dirt road followed by another hour down a dirt road to Hierve el Agua, a cluster of petrified waterfalls in the middle of the mountains outside Oaxaca. Well, they look like petrified waterfalls. The name means "the water boils." They're actually rocks formed by mineral-loaded water that's been trickling 50 meters off the cliff for thousands of years. The 20 peso entrance fee includes a complimentary bath in emerald pools of that very same mineral-loaded water.

Emerald bathing aside, the drive alone makes it worth spending a night in the cabins near the falls. The ride was longer and bumpier than we'd planned for. So long that we ran through a few pirated Pitbull CDs from the street corner back in the city and a six-pack of Indio halfway through the trip. And all of our gas. We wound up begging the ticket guy at the front gate to buy his last liter, the last liter in the whole village. He was nice to only charge 10 pesos.

Ah, rural Mexico. Bring bug spray.
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