Go Home, Oaxaca. You're Drunk.

A short diary entry book covering three months in Oaxaca, southern Mexico.
An amusing read, which makes me now believe your typical week in Mexico is simply a couple of recovery days either side of fiestas, with fireworks, a brass band and a parade occurring 2-3 times.
This is sort of like several installments of a long letter from a friend travelling who sobered up every three or five days to write a proof of life statement - before the days of the internet. The internet seems to have killed this type of writing with inane blogs. It used to take more commitment, which improved the quality.
OK it could have been fleshed out a bit more, but the author was apparently working on a novel at the same time.