Our original plan was to make Huatulco our last travel destination of the season, but that all changed when we were there and our tour guide started telling us about Oaxaca City. He talked about the food, culture, historical buildings, and within a few minutes, he had Linda sold on the idea of spending a couple of nights there before we headed back to the Riviera Maya.
Although Oaxaca City sounded nice, I wasn’t too keen on the idea of going after the guide mentioned that it was over five hours away by car. I hate long car rides.
Linda suggested that we go on the ADO bus, which has large comfortable seats and television sets. I entertained that idea only long enough to check the booking site for ADO and see that the estimated trip time was around eight hours. Nope, that wasn’t happening.
The answer came in the form of a regional airline called TAR. They offered flights from Huatulco to Oaxaca City for $1,589 pesos, or about $76 USD a person. The best part was the flight was only 50 minutes. I agreed and off we went.
Let’s start with the correct pronunciation of Oaxaca because it doesn’t sound like it looks: wah-HAH-kah. Feel free to say it aloud a few times before moving on — I’m in no hurry.
Oaxaca’s Historic Center
We followed our former guide’s advice and stayed in a hotel located in the historic center of town near the zócalo (main plaza). This area is well-known for its colonial-era architecture, much of which dates back to the early 1500’s.
I would like to be able to say that we took a lot of excursions, but the truth is that we spent both days in the historic center. There was plenty to see there and dozens of different restaurants and bars to visit. The time just flew by and before we knew it, it was time to go home.
Since I don’t have many inside tips to share for those of you who are thinking of visiting Oaxaca City, I’ll try to make up for it by posting several pics so you can at least get an idea what the area looks like.
Let’s Wrap This Up
We enjoyed our time in Oaxaca City but after two weeks away from the Riviera Maya, we were both eager to get home.
We couldn’t wait to walk barefoot on the cool white sand and feel the breeze coming in off the Caribbean. The more we travel, the more we’re convinced that we live in the perfect place for us.