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10th February, 2017


Just the name conjures up, well, something. Acapulco, holiday home of the stars back in the golden days of Hollywood, now apparently considered Mexico’s ‘party town’. There are certainly enough hotels and Mexico City is just 180 miles up the road, making it a relatively easy weekend commute.

However much of Acapulco has inevitably changed over the years, one cannot deny there is the stunning beauty of its location, a wide circular bay with hills reaching up behind and golden beaches where the gentle Pacific swell comes in to lap the shore. Tall modern hotels surround the bay, but now also carry on over the hill to line the Pacific coast for many miles to the south. I met with some enthusiastic local tourism officials in the terminal and exchanged ‘first call’ plaques. Just behind me some even more enthusiastic jewellery shop keepers were trying to sell silver to my wife (without success! relief!).

Joining about 160 other Saganauts, we took the city tour which basically took us all the way along the strip, Avenida Miguel Alemán, stopping from time to time in order to take photographs or, for the minority, a spot of semi-organised retail therapy that included liquid refreshment.

The highlight though, was a call at the famous Hotel Miraòor above La Quebrada Bay to see the cliff divers who were to put on a special show just for our passengers. They were not to be disappointed as the divers not only took their perilous 148 foot plunge one at a time, but three, then four made a synchronous descent into the 24 foot wide inlet below. Their trade, originally started as an informal competition between young men in the 1930’s, has been continuing ever since and without a fatality we were told, well, at least among the professional divers. They rushed up the cliff path afterwards, willing to have photographs taken in exchange for a small financial sum. My wife is now the proud possessor of a digital image of herself alongside two hunks of Mexican suntanned masculinity, complete in their Speedos. (I kept my pale, aged body well away from such photogenic competition!)

We returned to the quayside and prepared to sail. Down on the quayside the ‘Tourist Police’ paraded with their bikes and quad bikes, then stood in a line and waved farewell as we slowly pulled away from the quayside. Farewell Mexico.

Captain Philip Rentell

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