Covid-Update, Streetfood and Streetart

Wednesday, moving to a new hostel. The Iguana referred to itself as a party hostel. Large dormitories, vibrant colors, a rooftop terrace with a bar and hammocks, and numerous guests, especially from Germany and Israel. Chaos and structure went hand in hand here. On the one hand, there were separate areas for co-working or bar operation, on the other hand, there were things lying around everywhere, towels, backpacks, or supposedly sleeping twenties.

The corona situation added to the strangeness. A diffuse cough could constantly be heard from the open dormitories. Just a few days ago, there was a Covid outbreak in the hostel and all residents had to quarantine. Masks and disinfection seemed paradoxical in this situation. With my status, double vaccinated and recently recovered, I felt relatively safe.

Outside the hostel, masks were an absolute necessity even at 30°C. Especially during the holidays, crowds of people were unavoidable. The Mexicans accepted the inevitable and contributed to containment. In addition, body temperature was measured at the entrances of restaurants and retail stores. Once, even my peso bill was disinfected.

Oaxaca is particularly renowned for its cuisine and art scene. Graffiti and murals adorn the colorful facades of the historic city center. So we spent the day exploring the colorful streets largely aimlessly.