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Oaxaca, the land of seven moles
16/01/2025
by Will Monkman
A 7-hour long overnight bus from Mexico City took us to “the land of seven moles”. Often dubbed as the food capital of Mexico, Oaxaca de Juárez, is a stunning city located within the Sierra Madre Mountains. These neighbouring mountains also make the city an ideal spot for excursions.
Camioneta up to Hierve el Agua
Whether you’re visiting the Monte Albán, Mezcal factories or the petrified waterfall ‘Hierve el Agua’, the city offers up a packed agenda of activities.
Our accommodation was located just off Rufino Tamayo, north of the Centro. The location was slightly more residential and away from the hustle and bustle of Plaza del Carmen but still close enough to the action.
A seven-hour-long bus ride requires one thing: tacos. By chance, we passed a street food stall run by an "Abuelita" en route to our accommodation. The stall had a large queue of locals, and the aromas of the tacos wafted through the air and straight to our rumbling stomachs. As a general rule of thumb on the trip, if the street food station looks well-run and has a queue, we will stop and try it. We opted for two chicken and two chorizo enchiladas. The enchiladas were bursting with flavour; melted cheese oozed out of the ends with each bite, and the marinated meats filled in each wrap tickled each of our taste buds. If you're planning a visit to Oaxaca, these enchiladas require your time and attention (See photo below).
The afternoon's activity consisted of a visit to the Temple of Santo Domingo de Guzmán. You don't necessarily have to be a history buff to enjoy this old convent, but it does help. For those of you who aren't into history, I advise you to skip to the next paragraph. For those of you who are, let me break this place down for you. Dating back to 1551, this temple is a classic example of New Spanish Baroque architecture (Mexican Baroque), exemplified by its stone walls, ornate facades, gilded altarpieces, and intricate decorations. The temple, steeped in history, also provided some exemplary photo ops. Ideal for those seeking to capture alternative content to the classic Oaxacan colours, plates of mole, glasses of Mezcalitas and street food vendors. For 80 pesos, I would highly recommend it. But don't just take my word for it. Catholic Pope John Paul II visited the temple in 1979, and I'm sure if Instagram existed back then, he would have had a right lark on his stories.
That night we headed out for our first taste of mole. Mole is a traditional Mexican sauce made from a blend of dried chillies, spices, nuts, and sometimes chocolate, with numerous regional variations like mole poblano (a chocolate-infused sauce from Puebla), mole negro (a dark, smoky sauce from Oaxaca), mole verde (a green herb-based sauce), mole rojo (a red chilli sauce), mole amarillo (a yellow chilli sauce), and mole manchamantel (a sauce featuring chorizo and pineapple), each offering a unique flavour that reflects its region. After deliberation, we settled on Coquina Hua Xha, a small family-run restaurant just a five-minute walk from our apartment. Nikki and I opted for the local mole negro, an earthy smoky black sauce infused with dark chocolate, served with a single chicken thigh and small portion of rice. It was a new flavour to our palates, one that intrigued and left us wanting more. Although, upon review, we are not sure if this was because of the dish or the small portion size. The jury's out on this one.
As we were in Oaxaca for two nights, we only had time for one day excursion. We opted for a visit to 'Hierve el Agua', two petrified waterfalls complete with bathing pools; this seemed like the ideal spot to plan our day trip. Initially, we looked at booking the trip through Airbnb Experiences, as the waterfalls were located 70 km east of Oaxaca City and we were unsure our limited Spanish would help us reach our destination without a guide. However, post bank inspection, it seemed like we had little choice but to give it a go alone. So, the night before our trip, Nikki and I researched an authentic way of enjoying this experience. If, like us, you are looking to do this in a more affordable way, it's not as challenging as you'd think.
The next morning we headed downtown to the bus station to catch the 50-minute autobus ride to the neighbouring town of Mitla (25 pesos pp). Cutting through the suburbs of the city, you see a different side to Oaxaca, a side full of local grafters, stray dogs and mezcal factories. Like-minded travellers hop on the bus as it passes through the town, all stocked up with bathing suits, towels and Cheetos; together, we head out into the desert in search of the cool respite of Hierve el Agua. Upon arrival in Mitla, the driver announces the stop to catch the camioneta up to the waterfalls. The camionetas are open-backed trucks with small benches; groups of up to seven are then bundled into the back (60 pesos pp). Sat inside the camionetas, you feel like you're in one of the old war films they show around Christmas time. Peering out the back of the truck as it heads up a dusty track, you get the impression you're in ‘The Guns of Navarone’ or an 'SAS Rogue Hero'. What you're not made aware of as you climb up the dusty track is the severity of the incline and the sheer drop as you pass each hairpin turn. Despite the crumbling roads and the lack of barriers, the truck rattles on for another twenty minutes or so before it reaches its intended destination.
Upon arrival, you pay an entrance fee of (50 pesos pp), then head through the assortment of souvenir shops, fruit vendors and bars until you reach the waterfalls. There is a path around the back of the waterfalls that takes you to view the secondary waterfall. It is suggested to do this small trek first; although it's not a great distance, it is steep, so it is best advised to do this first to work up a sweat before you cool down in the bathing pools. For the trek, it is also advised to bring water and sun cream as the trees on the trek offer little protection from the sun. Post-hike, there are cabins for you to change in before you bathe in the mineral-rich waters of the waterfall. Note for the return journey: the camionetas will only depart once full of travellers, so make sure you head to the collection point when it looks busy or you could be stuck there a while.
Frequently during our time in Oaxaca, we found ourselves at Casa Antonieta, a boutique hotel located in the heart of the city. The hotel doubles as a metropolitan coffee shop (Cafe Muss) on the ground floor, serving fresh pastries and fine coffee, and features a rooftop bar on the top floor (Cafe Ama). On the rooftop, you’ll find overflowing plant pots, terracotta tiles, and Amá Terraza. During the day, it’s an ideal spot for enjoying your first coffee of the morning and taking in the views, remote working, or indulging your inner travel writer. In the evenings, Nikki and I spent several hours here sipping cold cervezas, playing Gin Rummy, and indulging in guacamole. The relaxed atmosphere and stunning views made it one of our favourite hangouts in Oaxaca. If you’re in town, make sure to visit for "Buena onda" (Good vibes).
Street Tacos
Oaxaca Centro
Cafe Ama
Flying through Coyoacan and Teotihuacan
14/01/2025
by Will Monkman
Coyoacan is vibrant, colourful, and bursting with life. Fittingly, it was once home to one of Mexico's most notable artists, Frida Kahlo.
Teotihuacan: Ancient city of pyramids
Hues of dazzling yellow, sapphire blue, and terracotta red flood the streets. This neighbourhood feels more residential; while there are classic street food stalls, artisan coffee shops, and bars, an air of familiarity in Coyoacan makes you feel relaxed.
On Sundays, the neighbourhood comes alive with market-goers, families, and tourists exploring the streets. Just off the main square, you’ll find weekly Sunday salsa sessions where old-timers dressed to the nines swing their hips and move their feet to nostalgic records.
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Our hotel was located just off Plaza Hidalgo, a lively square filled with street performers, market stall owners, and food carts. Nestled just behind this main square is Casa Tuna. Upon entering, you are greeted by the porter—a warm-hearted man who welcomes you into a stunning courtyard adorned with overhanging plants, quiet reading nooks, and mosaic tiles. I had previously stayed here for work and was so impressed by the hospitality and quality of rooms that I had to show Nikki.
At the heart of Coyoacan lies the food market. Locals frequent it daily to meet friends, grab food, or do their weekly shopping. Families in droves seek out tacos, soups, freshly squeezed jugo, and good times. Inside the market is a mix of tables, chairs, and bar tops. The aroma of slow-cooked pork, corn sizzling on charcoals, and freshly pressed tortillas fills the air. The best stall here can be found just outside one of the entrances to the market; it is run by an elderly woman serving tacos, enchiladas, and quesadillas all in blue-green tortillas. The colour of the tortillas comes from the type of corn used; you can also find blue, green, and red tortillas alongside the classic yellow. While waiting for our quesadillas, we chatted with a family there for Sunday lunch; they told us this lady had been serving their families for decades—her food was clean, fresh, and always left you wanting more. The husband then insisted on taking me on a tour of the market and introduced me to some stall owners—including one proud man who had served Ronaldo (R7) during his most recent visit to Coyoacan.
As evening draws in at Plaza Hidalgo, crowds gather; it becomes alive with street performers ranging from dancers to clowns, magicians, and musicians. Just off the square is a local bar called La Puerta Del Sol—a cozy establishment with prime seating overlooking the square—ideal for people-watching. It was here that I ordered an Ojo Rojo. This classic Mexican drink is served in a double pint glass; made with a base similar to a Bloody Mary but filled only halfway with tomato juice and topped up with an ice-cold beer. Complete with a salted rim, this light and refreshing drink is perfect for cooling down in the evening heat.
The next morning we had booked a hot-air balloon ride for sunrise over the pyramids at Teotihuacan. Both scared of heights—with Nikki's fear of flying—this seemed like a sound idea. This experience was booked through Airbnb; it was our first time using this feature. After reading reviews and comparing prices against larger booking platforms, we decided to go for it. Our host Omar arranged for a driver to pick us up from our hotel in the early hours of the morning and take us to an airfield in Teotihuacan. Bundled in the back of a minivan, we cruised through Mexico City at dawn.
The drive from Coyoacan takes roughly one hour and thirty minutes but can be quicker if you arrange pickup from a more central location. Upon arrival, you are greeted with hot coffee and pastries as operators set up the hot air balloons. You are then weighed on scales and given waivers stating that in case of death, your family will not sue the company—this helped settle our nerves. You then head out to find your balloon; as you set off it soon becomes clear that surrounding fields have similar setups. Before you know it: brightly coloured balloons slowly levitate into the sky just above your head.
After a brief health-and-safety talk from one of the operators, you hop into the wicker basket and the giant nylon balloon is pumped with hot air. At this point, Nikki’s sweaty palm reached out to grab my equally sweaty palm; before we knew it we were soaring through early morning mist.
The 45-minute ride seemed to pass quickly; panoramic views of valleys make the early start well worth it as soon as you pass over ancient pyramids at Teotihuacan—the pilot starts looking for a safe landing spot. You would think this would be a well-planned operation but like I, you'd be wrong! At this point, the pilot instructs you to prepare for landing by getting into brace position; the balloon sails down over rural villages and cactus fields while narrowly missing telephone lines until you eventually come crashing down.
A truck that chases you as soon as you start your descent will pick you up and take you back to the airfield for a glass of the finest Mexican sparkling wine and a short prayer of thanks before you head out again to explore the ruins from the ground.
En route you stop off for breakfast at a local restaurant—all included as part of our experience; upon reaching temple grounds it starts to get much warmer so be sure to bring sun cream and a bag for your coats or jackets worn during morning ascent—exploring the grounds requires roughly an hour-and-a-half at the end your driver will pick you up from a pre-arranged spot and take you back to your hotel. Not bad for a morning's work.
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Coyoacan Food Market
Ojo Rojo at La Puerta Del Sol
Casa Tuna
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Roaming through Roma Norte
10/01/2025
by Will Monkman
Roma Norte is a cool, creative district in the heart of Mexico City, filled with independent shops, galleries, artisan coffee shops, and, of course, bars. I stayed in Hotel Plaza Galeria Reforma, which is a 15-minuite walk away from this District.
El Minutito
Walks in Mexico City are a sensory overload: street food carts on every corner, crossing several lanes of traffic just to get to the other side of the road, a traffic light system that even the locals don’t understand, and stifling heat during the daytime.
Our first taste of tacos was at Taco Orinoco, where people were queuing around the block. The interiors felt like the Mexican equivalent of a Five Guys. However, the quality of the food is something you would pay through the nose for at a trendy Mexican fusion restaurant somewhere in the Heart of east London. Here, for a tray of three tacos and their smashed roast potatoes, you pay $140 pesos—the equivalent of £7. This meal is easily enough for one and doesn’t burn a hole in your pocket. After filling up on tacos, we headed out to explore this luscious neighborhood. It felt like a mix between Greenwich Village (NYC) and Shoreditch High Street (LDN). For vintage shops, we hit the jackpot in and around Colima Street—a treasure trove for lovers of 90s streetwear, old leather jackets, and assorted items from the past.
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Post-shopping, we stopped by El Minutito, an Italian-inspired standing bar filled with assortments from the owner's trips to Italy and a window hatch serving pastries and coffee to passersby. Whether you’re here for the well-made coffee, cold beers, or one of their house cocktails, this place felt like a vibrant meeting hub for the area's resident creatives. We opted for two of the house beers, which came with a free bowl of homemade cicchetti-style crisps a l’italiano. I could have stayed here all day—if only my budget had allowed me.
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Later that night, we ambled from one bar to the next in Roma Norte until we stumbled upon Meroma, a fine dining restaurant with a street-side bar. As we were traveling on a budget, we skipped the fine dining and settled for a seat at the bar where the bartenders welcomed us with open arms, cold beers, and regular free shots of mezcal—Mexican hospitality at its finest.
The next day we headed out in search of an authentic Mexican breakfast. A short walk from our hotel led us to Niddo, an open-air café/bar that serves fresh pastries, huevos your way, and freshly squeezed juices among other things. The staff were friendly, and the quality of the food helped us reset our jet-lagged bodies. This place is thoughtfully curated, clean, and an ideal spot for that first Instagram post of your trip.
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The afternoon's activity consisted of a trip to the Museum of Anthropology. A walk through Mexico City’s bustling Chapultepec Park led us to this mega museum. The site is huge, and if you have the time and patience, it is well worth a visit. It covers the complete history of Mexican native cultures and is home to the world's largest collection of ancient Mexican art. To give this museum the time it deserves, it requires at least half a day.
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That night we headed back into Roma Norte in search of nourishment. The first stop on our list was Propel Vermuteria wine bar. This seemed to be the spot to be seen in—a mismatched array of chairs and tables lined the streets where people in oversized sunglasses, denim jackets, and hoop earrings relaxed and shot the breeze inside the narrow wine bar. The staff were friendly and accommodating to our humble budget as we skipped the expensive wines and settled for canned beers and sparkling water.
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Hot off this experience, we headed to Pizza Felix—another place to be seen. It was Friday night in Mexico City, and this place was rocking. Packed to the rafters, we waited almost 45 minutes to get a seat at the bar. I feared that the sheer number of customers would mean slow service; I was wrong. Cold beers arrived instantly, followed soon after by one of the finest Neapolitan pizzas I’ve ever had. We split the Toni Servillo Pizza—Pomodoro with homemade ricotta, eggplant, Parmigiano Reggiano, spring garlic, and olive oil with a chard salad. Light and full of flavor, the pizza lived up to its hype.
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The next morning we set off early to spend time in the picturesque borough of Coyoacán—once home to the city's most infamous artist Frida Kahlo.
Pizza Felix
Roma Norte
Niddo