| Location: | Not the Mayan Palace |
Highway 200 had its own ideas. Bend after bend, village after village (not marked on the maps!) and topes after topes (for the uninitiated, the Mexican equivalent of humps in the road to slow you down). Topes are evil, more like going up and down steep kerbs. The bike has grounded out too many times, even though going at minus 2mph to get over them. Not only that, they are too easy to miss, especially when riding at night.
Night riding is never recommended, but we have no choice here. The main advantage is that the villages suddenly look very quaint and pretty, all lit up with fairy lights, the muck seems to disappear. Unfortunately, the pigs, turkeys, chickens, dogs, cyclists, children, goats don´t, and nor do the topes.
We end up in Acapulco around 10pm, at a T-junction, with no signs on how to go through or where to go. We decide to follow the general flow of traffic and some taxis in particular, and end up in a dead up street with a huge fruit market around us.
As we can´t get our bearings, we turn around and decide to take any round that heads down (it has to reach the beach and from there we can orientate). It works!
The problem with Acapulco was finding somewhere to get a bed that was not a 5 * deluxe palace. When we do there is no food. With a Coke, we get to bed for a few hours, ready for the next day.
