Going Loco down in Acapulco
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Hola Gringos and welcome to my guide on Acapulco and Manzanillo.
Acapulco is probably one of Mexico’s most famous beach resorts. It shot to stardom in the 50’s and used to be the prime melting pot for the rich and famous. Some consider it to be a little passé these days, but let me assure you that it is anything but that.
We were a group of 10 hombres in search for a fiesta on this warm and promising Mexican morning. Hector and Alejandro were our Spanish speaking compatriots, which is always a good thing, as this usually reduces the chances of being duped by the locals. I was pleasantly surprised that the locals spoke perfect English…in an American accent, oh well, nobody is perfect.
I was keen on using Hector for some negotiation.
We hopped into a taxi and the driver seemed to know where to take us, even though nobody actually agreed on a specific place. We arrived at a location called Paradise, which was a perfectly apt description.
Paradise is a large, wooden restaurant/bar which is situated directly on the beach. A bunji jumping crane and swimming pool are just adjacent and I immediately knew this spelt trouble.
Ian and myself decided to be more adventurous and succumbed to the constant offers to go paragliding (or Jet-skiing). What they didn’t tell us, was that the boat is almost a kilometer down the beach. No need for sniggering here, but when you have a day off and want to relax, any additional effort does seem unnecessary! After paying for the ride, I was suddenly felt a little apprehensive and wondered if I would survive a 25 story fall into the ocean should my harness break. Lucikly it didn’t and the view from the up there cannot easily be described in words.
On our return, it had transpired that not everyone was that successful at maintaining one-way passage of their cervezas. I avoided the mess and decided to introduce myself to the four magnificent McCaw parrots that had taken up their perches on the far side of the restaurant. I very quickly found out that only the green one was tame and I wondered if he’d make a good boyfriend for my Amazon parrot back home. After all, they are both from South-America and the language barrier should not be an issue.
We rounded up the troups a half hour before we needed to be back and made it by the skin of our teeth.
Manzanillo was our port of call for the following day. Manzanillo is Mexico’s busiest port town and a prime spot for deep sea fishing. None of that was on the cards for us, as most of us were nursing sunburns and others a fragile stomach. We strolled around town, which was a bustling frenzy of activity mostly centred around cheap clothing, pirated DVDs and tourist mementos. The town is dilapidated, with limited tarred roads and a plethora of pharmacies selling prescription medications over the counter. Apparently Viagra is a big seller here….which might have something to do with the growing population?
We spotted some giant iguanas in a nearby park and then settled down for some lunch at a local restaurant for the specialty of the day. Again, Hector did the ordering. The fact that I did not recognize the meat and the close proximity of the inguanas had me doing more swallowing than chewing. And that is the motto for all food consumed in 3rd world countries: Ask no questions and hope for the best!
On that note I will end this blog with a popular Spanish saying (and philosophy):
A beber y a tragar, que el mundo se va a acabar.
Eat, drink and be merry (for tomorrow we die).