Club Dorados Acapulco

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... were a total of 8 divers. In this group of divers the youngest<br>was 14 and the oldest was in his 50's.<br>Wow what a way to make a living,<br>Then back to the ship to cast off at 6pm.<br>The weather was hot and humid about 92 degrees.<br>A nice refreshing dip in the pool was a great way to cool off.

... br>The history of Acapulco (per the tour book), is a city of about 700,000 people. This became <br>a major port back in the 1500's due to the arrival of Hernan Cortez,<br>which at that time many treasures were shipped to Mexico City and on to Spain. After World War 2 this became a favorite<br>vacation spot.More to come!

... the whole day in the anthropological museum, arguably one of the best museums I´ve been to. A huge and thorough museum totally dedicated to Mexican history, with an audio guide to do the telling.<br><br>Dom närmsta dagarna gick jag till några museum. Jag gick till där Trotsky (Lenins sidekick) bodde och tog foton på hans dass och skrivborded där han fick ishackan i huvudet. Jag kollade förjäves efter lite blodrester för att får lite mer effekt i ...

... el calor era sofocante, mi marino me arrastraba a todos lados jalándome de la mano y abriendo paso entre la gente ^^<br>Nos divertimos mucho, Luisito (el oficial del barco de quien me enamoré perdidamente) se aventó del bongie, en el antro nos vocearon y mandaron saludos, hicimos tal escándalo que todos supieron dónde estábamos. <br>No tengo mucho que decir porque lo arruinaría, pero nuevamente... Si Acapulco hablara!!

... Querían vernos al siguiente día. <br><br>Final del día y las cosas se pusieron mil veces mejor de lo que esperábamos. Fue chistoso cómo NUNCA hablamos de ligar, ni esperábamos hacerlo, ni era el objetivo, pero pasó y de qué manera. Llegué a bañarme al Depa, me acosté y me comí el pedazo de club sándwich que me había sobrado de la cena, y que había metido en mi bolsa... Si las paredes el Palladium hablaran...<br><br> <br>

... low prices. At the entrance to the village the road forks by an Oxxo shop, if your bus is heading straight on then jump out here and veer off to the left. This is the only street that runs through the village, on your left are all the hotels and restaurants lining the Pacific Ocean whilst on your right is the Laguna de ...

... the more alluring the broad body of water, shimmering beyond the tree-trunks, became; so when I came upon a wooden shack that styled itself a restaurant nestling among the trees I dismounted and went in search of cerveza. A hitherto somnolent youth sprung from a hammock and asked me to choose my poison. Cradling a cold bottle of Indio I ambled over to a small wooden dock where a bucket containing half-a-dozen lifeless fish lay unattended. Beneath the great blue bulk ...

... out of head, its not as bad as it could of been thankfully, but I was told it bled a ***** load. The ride home I tried to throw my shoes out the window, followed by my camera, my wallet and I tried to take my jeans off and throw them out as well, thanks to Esteban I managed to keep them all. At the resort I apparently got my head bandaged up in the foyer, and then put to bed, but I wasn't ready for sleep and threw my blankets off and jumped into in the air and ...

... next to a borken down car with green and orange flames painted on its sides. Dennis had jumped in a truck headed for the nearest town and eventually a tow truck came to haul us into Bahia del Huatulco. We arrived at the tow station and Jeff and Dennis had already determined that the car was now more trouble than it was worth so they were going to attempt to sell it. Dennis had recieved some interest from the man who drove him into town originally, yet once we had ...