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Hiked many kilometres from Benito Juarez down towards Teotitlan before being picked by a truck. Sat for many more kilometres in the back with a couple of locals and a pile of laurel and pine branches to be used in festivities tomorrow. Managed to reach Teotitlan before accepting a shot of mezcal.
On the bus to Oaxaca, chatted to a Teotitlanic who'd spent decades working in construction in California, became an alcoholic beggar, became a runner, became a man with a banjaxxed knee who wanted me to go into rug business with him. Better Tortilla Curtain than Man on Fire (watched on the flight over).