After the hustle and bustle of Mexico City (before the swine flu closed everything down) and our 2-day ride along the road of death, we were ready to kick back and relax on the beach. We found a lovely little guest house ran by an eccentric Cuban, and spent a few days just chilling on the beach and wandering round the town before following the coast road down to Acapulco.After the hustle and bustle of Mexico City (before the swine flu closed everything down) and our 2-day ride along the road of death, we were ready to kick back and relax on the beach. We found a lovely little guest house ran by an eccentric Cuban, and spent a few days just chilling on the beach and wandering round the town before following the coast road down to Acapulco.

The beach at sleepy Zihuatanejo
The ride to Acapulco was another great one., twisting roads, with glimpses of the Pacific thrown in for good measure every now and then.
The Beach at Acapulco
Acapulco had been the uber resort for the well to do Mexicans and Gringos since the 50’s, and was way past its heyday, after being offered girls and drugs by 10 year old boys, we decided to get out ASAP, we spent a night there and headed off along the coast again to Puerto Escondido. If Acapulco was a disappointment, Escondido was the cure.
Ice cream on the beach at Escondido

Beautiful beaches, cheap rooms, and a cool, friendly vibe made for one of our favourite stops. We found a lovely little wooden Cabana for 150 pesos and went out for some Happy Hour action on the beachfront.