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We were supposed to land in Acapulc0 on Saturday at 8am but because of a delay at the Canal and a pod of hump backed whales we eventually made port at 2pm. The captain had decided to overnight here and leave at 12pm on Sunday. As we approached the harbour the wide sweep of the bay, lined with resort hotels and restaurants cam into view.
At the dock we were greeted by a brass band and Mexican dancers. Ours was one of the first ships of the season and as we were ...
... beach, walked around and to the movies. there are soldiers stationed in the tourist zone cleverly disguised in green under palm trees on the boardwalk. I didn't take a foto since I didn't want to get shot. the movies... we watched something with scarlet and it was quite awful and boring. at 02.35am we got on the overnight bus to puerto ...
... but I am sorely disappointed with the place. When we drove in yesterday we drove through Old Acapulco which pretty much looked like every other town or city we'd driven through, only there weren't speed bumps, the traffic signals worked, and there were fewer potholes per block than normal. The tourist area has lots of hotels, but the storefronts are dismal and the restaurant choices are few. Almost all ...
... to cook and serve breakfast. So we decided to hit the road and find breakfast on the way. Left the hotel lot at 6:30, got gas, looked for a breakfast spot but everything was still closed that early on a Sunday, so we grabbed coffee and OJ at the gas station store and hit the road. 12 hours later we rolled into Acapulco, 678 kilometers in one day. And it seemed like every one of those kilometers had a speed bump in it somewhere!
The sights were interesting ...
... market full of places to eat and before we'd even stepped out the car hordes of people waving menus and brochures for trips in Acapulco descended on us. Kindly declining all of the offers for burritos, eggs and gringo food, we walked around the market to a small restaurant that I'd noticed when we drove past; it had pink and yellow flower tablecloths that caught my eye. The waitress brought over the menus and we realised that the girls working there were ...