The blinker was out so he was using hand signals.
The flight took about 30 minutes. We were the only Gringos on the plane.
As we approached Oaxaca, the pilot cut the engines and we floated in silently, landing, then rolling up to the airport office, a low building with a thatched roof and onyx tile on the walls.
It was a good time, but we were a week late for the Oaxaca radish festival...