¡Mucho Peligro! ¡Ay Dios Mío!I don't know how I managed to survive my trip to Acapulco. There have been so many official warnings for tourists and foreign visitors of every kind. I guess my years living outside the States have crazily made me risk adverse, or maybe it detoxed me from being addicted to drama and led by the standard echo-chamber narrative. If I had believed the 24/7 fake news drama factory and government alerts, the lame idea of setting foot on Acapulco beach was tantamount to taking my life in my hands.
Much danger! So many official sources echoed the same thing. Fortunately, the 24/7 news drama factory and government lost credibility with me years ago. As it turned out, I took my life in my hands and discovered I was in much danger of enjoying myself. So much so that I lazed away, too relaxed to bother to take many photos, which is not usually the way I roll on vacation. Even so, I managed to get a few reasonable pics. I won't narrate them since no one wants to read a bunch of stuff anyway - not when there's pics to scan quickly before you bounce off this page and get back to your Instagram. Paso bien amigo.
Flying into Panama City --
Flying back to Ecuador --