Puerto Escondido to Pie de la Cuesta (Acapulco)

Expecting a long drive today we left early Tuesday morning without breakfast, though Art had made Gillian a mug full of coffee. (Still chipping at the Brownie Point debt.)  We stopped on the road just outside the gate to hook up and were driving through Puerto Escondido at 7:20 AM. A couple of hours later we stopped for fuel for the motorhome and breakfast for us.

 After breakfast, continuing north we got the camera out to shoot a few photos. The highway surface was good though the road was often narrow and of course mostly sinuous.

The countryside was lush and green and the rivers flowing, the rainy season having recently ended. 

The hills gradually gave way to flatter terrain; at least we could spot the usual hazards of topes and animals a little more easily.

 

 Eventually we were approaching Acapulco, a little before 4:00 PM. However our destination for today was an area known as Pie de la Cuesta to the north of the city. We were not about to drive the rig through Acapulco, we had done that with the Commander 10 years ago and determined not to do it again. It meant that the Acapulco Trailer Park was still an hour away via a detour which meant first taking the toll road towards Mexico City. We'd be fine as long as we didn't miss our exit!

The toll was 87 pesos each for the motorhome and the car, about  $14.00 Canadian for the 20 kilometers of toll road. Leaving the cuota  the traffic wasn't bad, nor the roads. We were pleased to see that the portion of the 200 that we followed from Bajos del Ejido south to Pie de la Cuesta through a couple of villages was also in excellent condition. Waved through the military check point, we arrived at the trailer park at 5:00 PM.


There were very few rigs in the park. All Canadians, although to be fair, of a young couple tenting their way to Central America, she was from Quebec, he was from France. We also met a couple from Ontario who we had run into twice last year in the interior and the Yucatan.


After settling in, while Gillian walked the dogs Art dumped the waste water, topped up the  fresh water then put the hoses away. He left the electric connected overnight--it just takes a moment to put away and he felt that the batteries would probably appreciate a proper charge for once.

After walking and feeding the dogs we wandered down the street to a beach front restaurant we had visited a few years ago, only to find it closed! It had been open when we drove past a few hours ago! One of the staff who was cleaning up told us that they closed at 7:00 PM. The same thing happened last year! We walked back north towards the RV park remembering a Beach Club were we had dined last year.

They were still open and we were welcomed in by the security guards at the entrance and directed to the restaurant to the rear by the beach. Food was excellent though just a little pricy but not outrageous.

Back in the motorhome we read for a while (Parked under coconut trees--no satellite.) then went to bed.

Zihuatanejo and El Manglar tomorrow. Then we could stop moving for three months.