The great escape

If the revving of the super-bikes didn't keep us awake the thumping disco below that ran till 8 am did!  So with no a sign of Mr Collins, and to be fair even if he came back now with a load more sacks of cash I would say he would be pretty disappointed, we were sooo back on the bus.


We sorted out our onward journey but that was easier said than done as the bus service that runs out of Acapulco only has a Spanish website. It also came with a 5 minute eject period to confirm the tickets so all rather testing.

We got chatting with 2 Aussie lads, Jaryd and Stuart from the Gold Coast, who were fellow inmates at our prison/hostel. They both were surfing their way down the west coast of the USA, Mexico and then south America. So far they had certainly had some pretty mad adventures as their normal mode of accommodation - rough camping in a tent!

We hit the beach for our last dip in the Pacific on our road trip. The next ocean we will in will be the Caribbean!  The beach was stacked out with locals, all enjoying a weekend tipple or three. We laughed at the beachside restaurants and bars. Shabby wouldn't come close to describing them. This place really had gone from loco to lowlife.

As darkness fell the Harley rally again reached full swing providing a second evening of great entertainment. From the safety of our terrace 5 of us, Matt from Ocean Grove, Victoria, Oz, had also joined us, sat and watched leather clad men and minimal clad women thrust their bikes up and down the yet again closed streets. Traffic chaos ruled once again. It was like a scene from the cult movie Mad Max.