Acapulco

Hola from Acapulco! We took Phil Collin´s advice and have gone loco. Lonely Planet describes Acapulco as "the grittiest of the central pacific coast resorts" and they´re not far wrong. We´re staying in the old town, away from the high rises and american tour groups (although they do occasionally venture down for a slice of cultural pie). The journey from Taxco was our first proper Mexican bus ride and proved to be an interesting 5 hours. Buses are big, comfy, modern, air conditioned and relatively cheap. However, the Mexican driving style and the poorly maintained, twisty roads ruin what could be a pleasant experience. Buses are the fastest things on the road, over taking even the cars. Passing vehicles on the outside of a blind bend at high speed is more sport than necessity but is accepted as normal by passengers and driver alike. I favour the "bury your head in the sand" technique, opting for eye mask and MP3 player, whereas Emma prefers the self-torture that is looking out of the window.

I sit here now with sore throat, cough, cold and an aching knee. This morning I was re-introduced to last nights seafood paella (which was nice at the time) rather more quickly (and violently) than I had hoped. All in all though, the people are mostly really friendly and more than happy to help you without expecting anything in return, and the beers are only 75p a pop so everythings fine ;o)


Sunrise over Acapulco bay

View of the bay from the Forte on the hill