Yep, that sleepy little village does exist, sort of. Zihuantanejo is a tender port, that means we got ashore by the ships own boats. We were all pleasantly surprised by the first impression of the place. The front street by the pier was obviously the beach that has been used by the fishermen for years, pulling their boats up there. They still do and it is a working fisherman's beach. Each fisherman seems to have a large lock-up box full of his gear in it. They just plop their freshly caught fish on a piece of plastic and people come by and buy it.
The people are very friendly but not pushy at all. I can understand young people coming to a place like this. Beer, Corona, is $1.00 a bottle so you can stroll along with it it goes in a plastic glass. The usual touristy stuff is terribly inexpensive and so are meals. There is more than enough to keep shoppers happy, and the proper shops back a street or two can keep sophisticated shoppers happy as well.
We merely strolled the streets with a couple of modest purchases and came back on board and sunbathed and relaxed on the balcony with the view of the town in front of us. A lazy Mexican day for us.
This is our last port and we now have three sea days ahead of us, disembarking at San Francisco on Monday morning. We have three nights there before picking up a U-drive and driving to San Diego, taking four days to get there.
Now, all I need is the plug for my car navigation system that I seem to have forgotten to pack. Hopefully daughter Jeanette can find it, either in the truck, Fellette's car, or on the dining room table.
The pictures should give you the flavour of Zihuantanejo, a town we call Zinny because we cannot pronounce it! It was a great day and fun to visit, but give me Maui any day for an extended stay.
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