We are on a mission now, seeing the world in instalments, backpackers of a certain age, dreaming of our not too distant retirement and setting off to see as much of our world as we can. The ultimate travelling dream gets ever closer.
Earlier in 2018 a family death meant one of our trips, to Puglia, was unfortunately cancelled; last week, with Mexico only a matter of days away and with awful coincidence, we suffered another sad loss of a close family member and for a while another trip was in doubt. But with a bit of shuffling of dates and some rearrangement, we are all set to leave in 11 days’ time, albeit with changes of plan. Oaxaca city will now be after the coastal break rather than either side, so the plan now goes like this.
Fly from Heathrow to Amsterdam, then Amsterdam to Mexico City, both with KLM, arriving in Mexico in the early hours of Sunday morning. 4 hours at the airport before we fly to Oaxaca with Aeromexico, arriving just in time for our first Oaxacan breakfast. We have Sunday in the city, then Monday morning sees a spectacular sunrise flight on a tiny plane with Aerotucan down to Puerto Escondido, again arriving at breakfast time. We then have 13 days on the coast, including Christmas, before we return to Oaxaca city for a week over New Year. The reshuffle means we now have two separate “homes” in the city, one in a quiet residential neighbourhood, one in the bustle of the centre.
We’re counting the hours. Mexico here we come…