My fondest memory of Acapulco was not really a good one, but anyway. the following is an excerpt from my Latin America Stories:
Robbed, fined and stranded in Acapulco - The last days of La Gorda
On a Wednesday morning we left for Acapulco, a resort we all heard of and have seen shinning brightly in old Hollywood movies. We arrived over the hills to the north-west of the city, and slowly rolled down to the city's center. Once upon a time this resort was a stunning beautiful playground for the rich and famous, nowadays Acapulco is a large Mexican city that spreads out all over the surrounding hills and hosts a few 1960's style hotel bunker located along the Bahia de Acapulco. We found accommodation in a tiny hotel located in the center of old Acapulco a block off the Costera, the coast road. Although, the town seemed to be run down and has lost a lot of fame and glory of the past, we could still feel the charisma of this place and after a long first stroll through the town and along the coast far into the hotel zone we liked it and we liked to be there.
It was a hot day and we let it end by sitting on the small balcony of our hotel room, spilling down a few 'Modelos' and discussing the program of the upcoming days and weeks. Satisfied we went to bed after 2 A.M. to be woken up by one of the hotel staff only four hours later to tell us that somebody has smashed a window of our car. We immediately jumped out of our beds and ran downstairs finding the side window behind the driver's seat completely shuttered and the back seat of the car with glass fragments and nothing else. Since the car was parked right in front of a Mini Supermarket a small crowd of people stood behind us when we realized that also stuff that was inside the car was stolen. Other cars had been vandalized too, but no one seemed surprised. This was a very common happening in Acapulco as we learned from the Supermarket manager. We always left behind a bunch of unimportant items, such as towels, a cooler, and sunscreen. Since Baja California and the western coast of Mexico proved to be extremely safe, we had let our guard down when we shouldn't have. And this time we have the worst of luck. Stricken with a hard case of the flu, and tired, upon arriving to Acapulco Martin had for the once left in the car much of his photography equipment. He lost his newly bought guitar, shoes, glasses, a microphone for the video camera, many of his camera lenses and filters, and by far worst all the rolls of photography film, used and unused, which visually documented all the stops along our trip. Martin greatly lamented this loss for the photography represented an important aspect of the trip for him. With all the missing equipment he would have a hard time photographing and video-documenting in the months to come, but he tried to put the loss behind him. Besides these major losses we were relieved of some towels, sandals, a cool box, and change that we left in the coin tray for highway toll. We soon figured out that we could not do anything at all and that we had paid our price for leaving stuff unaccompanied in the car.