Just got back from the Guelaguetza festival in Oaxaca City. If you like
indigenous dancing (as I do) or if you like something hot and hard pressing
into your bum for as long as you can stand it (as Ricky Martin finally admits
he does), then this event is for you. The folkloric costumes from all over
Oaxaca are authentic and the concrete benches have a genuine precolumbian feel.
Imagine native couples swaying seductively with bundles of amaranth over
their shoulders, or prepubescent village boys playing fearful matador while
earlier-developing girls head-butt them to the ground. Whether you call it
sexual harassment or the biggest folkloric festival in the Americas, it just doesn't
get any better than this.
