Left our idyllic borrowed condo yesterday after seeing one rock covered with fishers, another covered with seabirds. Missed the Blackout Bowl to take a grinding 9-hour overnight bus to Zihuatenejo (
zee-wah-ten-A-ho).
A throwback to a '60's chicken bus, with howling babies and a Tom Cruise action movie in loud Spanish at midnight. No chance for sleep so arrived at dawn zombie-ish and found Adrianita's Hostel but too early to get into a room. What a difference from DeLuxe Sunday to Backpacking Monday.
We were in Zee-hua a few years ago but never checked it out much. First town I can remember that has a series of statues honouring the traditional roles of women (instead of politicians or military) in the area. But it's still a very active fishing centre, both commercial and sport. The morning fishing haul is displayed and sold on the sand. Pelicans gather for a pouchfull of leftovers. Little kids dream of catching something on their handline. Bigger kids dream of landing the bay's famous sailfish. We're just dreaming of finally catching some zzzzzzzzzzz's.
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