Despite covering a few hundred kilometers with our drive shaft held in place with nothing more than a whittled stick, duct tape and glued together cardboard, we made it to Manzanillo with enough driving capacity to get directions to four different places which might have the necessary bolt. Of course when we found it, the guy spoke English and didn´t charge us since he didn´t want to break a 200 peso bill. Yo quiero Mexicanos! Other than that, the only mechanical misadventure despite the unpaved roads, unmarked speedbumps and numerous potholes was catching our battery before it nearly bounced out of our car. Glad we invested in that spiral core vibration proof one!
Yesterday we made it finally to the relatively untouristed section of the Pacific Coast of Mexico (thanks to long lingering rumors about drug operations and rip tides). Which is now thankfully occupied by abundant federale forces and the "ecotourism" crowd. We´re still pretty hesitant about going more than ankle deep in the water though. The village of Maruata is a beautiful, warm, relaxing and hammock swinging place where I had the best lobster dinner of my life last night with beer for less than 10 bucks.
We´re planning to head out toward Acapoulco tomorrow and will hopefully find a cheap relaxing beach near there, but not holding our breath after seeing the expensive resort wastelands north of here.
Besos!
Katie (y Richy)
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