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... drugs. I said no, and he told his colleague to...get lost (my California level of Spanish understood what he really told him).
Zihuatanejo is a lovely looking beach town; the inconspicuous version of it's twin on the other side of the bay - Ixtapa. I came in without any hostel reservations, so was prepared to sleep in el Burro for the night. But, just for giggles, I had a recommended hostel to check out. ...
Other than that I mostly enjoyed the Zihua life, going to the beach, paddle-boarding, walking the hills, drinking mezcal and sipping fresh cool Micheladas in the sun.
A short visit to Mexico city took me to the house (now museum) of Frida Kahlo and to Xochimilco, 170 km of canals where you can hop on a private colorful wooden boat similar to the gondolas of Venice. Along the way other little boats will pull up ...
... of these that carries water to them. This is a public laundry area where people did their laundry for many years. These not in use anymore.
As for how this water infrastructure worked before indoor plumbing is that water was directed to a number of places like this public laundry area and to fountains (called fuente) which were located at various areas (neighbourhoods) throughout the city from which ...
"Bad habits are hard to break" I said.
"Bad habits are good to break" he said.
"He", is James, I mentioned him briefly in a previous entry. I'm currently living with him as he kindly invited me to come and stay in his gorgeous house on the hill at the far side of La Ropa Beach, overlooking the entire beautiful bay on one side, surrounded by the luscious green hills on the others.
James is awesome. At a young age he worked as an actor ...
... roosters as I am still very jet-lagged. Day one I did the same as last year and strolled down to the fishermen, who I know are up long before the sun. I just love sitting there, or wandering about, watching them. Sometimes chatting a little, about the days catch, or other trivialities.
As the first golden daggers from the morning sun pierced the sky, I found myself looking around like an idiot, trying to meet their eyes in the same way you do when ...