Author Archive for Ashley Subotic

Jorge’s Chicken

“Jorge’s Chicken is the best chicken in Puerto”. That was the call made by Edwardo a brother in the congregation here in reference to the way another brother cooks chicken. We are inclined to agree. Although it’s mostly the way this brother says “Jorge’s Chicken” not just the chicken itself that makes me put finger to key. Jorge’s Chicken,Jorge’s Chicken, Jorge’s Chicken we can’t stop saying it and neither can Edwardo so it’s kinda been the catch cry of the trip so far, although “chunks that stinks” is quickly gaining ground. Continue reading ‘Jorge’s Chicken’

No Luck … Yet

If they have goats milk candy there must be a goat herder around here somewhere. I reassure you my eyes continue to be peeled and my ears low to the ground. Stayed tuned for any further developments.

The Real Deal

Have you seen those little stickers you can get to stick on your car so that it looks like it’s been in a drive by shooting? Seemed like they had caught on here as well until I had a closer look….. Continue reading ‘The Real Deal’

Sleeping is Overrated

Web Log, Web shmog vacum mailing is where it’s headed. No sorry i’m just a slacker Justin’s a weapon at this and seems to break all the stories first which is probably a good thing from where you are sitting. Continue reading ‘Sleeping is Overrated’

Buffet with Love

Buffet¿ Buffet¿ Yeah Yeah I know, no love given no care in the preparation, before last night I wrongly assumed that that was the standard the world over. Dishes of all sorts were presented with care, precision and muy bueno flavours. El Meson was testiment to the fact that buffets can be a loving experience. The resturant was recommended by a blonde. Gracias to her. They really do know more stuff.

Tale of Mucho Gracias

Who said Mex taxi drivers are crooks? Not me. Not now anyway. A frantic search for accomadation last night (Easter weekend busy busy busy) saw me leave my Lonely Planet guide on the back seat of the taxi, DOH!. Thing was I didn’t realize i had even left it. Imagine my amazement when 5 minutes later my driver comes to a screeching holt beside us as we stand on the pavement planning our next move. Libro libro he yells waving my book. One big word up to my taxi driving amigo in Oaxaca City!