Randy and Shay checked water and oil levels and gave everything the once over before we left Zihuatanejo. It was difficult to leave Zihua. As far as Mexican towns go, it's about perfect. The people, the geography, the climate and the water.
I finally found someone who could rig up my fishing gear. Shay and I lost 4 lures and had one good fight. My tackle is too light for the big fish. Next stop will be a fishing store to get a big stick. Randy kept yelling "fish on" to teases us, for the rest of the trip.
This is the bay right in front of the yacht club. Randy keeps threatening to go over to that tug, yank the ball peen hammer out of the worker's hand and throw it and the worker over board.
After a day at the Yacht Club pool, we hopped on a dingy old bust to hed for Old Town.
Acapulco is beautiful and ugly at the same time. It has a European feel with a coating of dirt. This is the church in old town Acapulco.
While eyeing some chicas guapas, Shay walked right into hole in the sidewalk. The girls giggled. Shay was lucky not to have been harpooned by rustly old rebar.
We stopped at a taco stand in downtown old town, the only thing that approximated a restaurant. Shay and I could eat there every day. 25 pesos for about 8 tacos. Randy came home and ate balogna and cheese roll ups. It's been quite hot so we all fell asleep on deck and went below when it finally cooled off.
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