Our last day in Acapulco at Los Flamingos I started the day with a few laps in the pool and a breakfast of fruit and yogurt, gosh I almost feel like a heath nut. I can’t say enough about this hotel, with its interesting Hollywood past, hammocks on every terrace,
the beautiful grounds, good terrace restaurant right on the cliff, sunsets to die for, rooms with a terrace and a hammock and are naturally air-conditioned by the ocean breeze. So we packed,
watched the news, read lazed in the hammock, ate a lite lunch, but mostly interested in getting home to Zuatanejo.
We wished we had scheduled an earlier than 3 o’clock bus ride. We left the hotel at 1:30, caught a cab and didn’t arrive at the station until 2:40. This should have been a 20 min trip at best, but…… Traffic during the day is horrendous, half the streets are torn up, but Acapulco drivers are the rudest, most aggressive, inconsiderate drivers I have ever seen.
absolutely no rules of the road. I’ve been in heavy traffic in Rome and Naples, this was far worst. And to make matters worst there are 2 bus stations in Acapulco, Ejidio & Central. We of course had no idea which we arrived in and our ticket s said Centro, but when we got to Centro we were told take a taxi to other station. The trip home was uneventful, but long. Even though it was a first class bus that didn’t mean non stop. More and better research next trip. The only reason I would return to Acapulco would be to stay at the hotel, it is a little slice of paradise on the highest cliff in Acapulco and possible to go to a bull-fight. I know the current trend is that they are barbaric, but I have been to bull fights in Spain, and that bull is as mean as a junk yard dog, and the “torerros ” are as graceful as ballerinas, and the pageantry is beautiful. Enough said!
We were welcomed home by a trail of ants from the balcony along one wall to the front door. Not welcome visitors, fortunately we had bug spray and solved the problem quickly. So glad to be back in our little home away from home. Signing off KO