So we got to the little coastal town of Puerto Escondido and got the wet
clothes insta-washed and it worked out fine. Stayed in a nice hotel with this American
geezer called Tom; who for some reason had an interesting take of traveling
light. He had one small rucksack containing football boots (as in soccer) and a
deflated football and I guess the odd piece of clothing, bizarre.
The town was nice and the current in the sea completely insane, like you’re
going to die insane. But after a couple of days of not really doing a lot and
jack finding a maggot in his spaghetti we thought we would move on and it
looked like Acapulco was close enough on the map and I like the Four Tops song
so went for it. Tom was claiming that it was “very dangerous” and that he would
“never go there” but seeing as everyone else who had told us that anywhere in
Mexico is dangerous has been as wrong as Coke Zero we chose to ignore him.
Good thing we did, Acapulco is not dangerous just like everywhere we have
been. We checked into a hotel. Then we got ribs. Then we went out. Below I have
included a compilation of clips to summarise our first day, from the weird singer
on the bus to trying to find somewhere to drink at 4:40am after a night of all
you can drink for £9.50 in the rain.
I'd like to say that Acapulco was free of street vendors but it isnt, same
old mix of idiots and children who should be in school selling nothing new,
although I must say that the blind chap selling chewing gum was impressive at
singling us out considering he was blind!
We went out again and it rained, again but this time some nice Mexican
bloke was like “use my table mang” which was pleasant. However things started
getting odd.
He began to get quite friendly exclaiming that “if someone got a problem
with you man, they got a problem with me man!” and he showed us his VISA credit
card to prove he was something, not sure what. He also claimed to be the head
of security in the bar, but no one knew he was so I’m skeptical. While all of
this was going on his wife sat in silence at the side. After a few hours things
got very serious; ten points to anybody who can guess the conversation taking
place during this photo.
Answer: the Mexican man is telling Jack to have it away with his wife while
he watches. Jack turned down the offer and Mexican man got annoyed.
We stayed in the bar for some time as the all you can drink drinks started
getting extremely strong, this may have been due to the barman getting progressively
more drunk as he decanted vodka directly into his gob. I’m glad that a man with
no shins approached us and got us into that place.
We also got chatting to Raj from Austin, TX who was on holiday by himself
which he didn’t think was a big deal but I disagreed. He had exactly the same mannerisms
as Will Smith but he was Indian and for some reason he had paid for his taxi driver
to enter the bar. He just kind of stood at the side, like a teacher at school
disco overseeing proceedings, except there wasn’t a disco; it was just be
people conversing.
The next morning we checked out the hotel to head for Mexico City, the problem
was that we were super hungover so we sort of/definitely checked back in and
slept it off. Then we got ribs. Then went back to sleep. Then went to Mexico
City.
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