For reasons that are perhaps only comprehensible to the Mexican mind, they built Acapulco´s airport at least an hour away from the city itself (Jean Drapeau would be proud). Having been greeted warmly and persistently by about a hundred taxi drivers upon exiting the airport, I decided we would try our luck on a local bus (our mission being to get into Acapulco and find a bus terminal to extract us from that hell hole). About an hour of traffic jam later, we had succeeded in finding a tiny bus station on the outskirts of Acapulco that would take us back North towards Mexico City, but in no other direction. Darkness having fallen, and with no sign of a bus to take us into the center of town, I caved and we got in a taxi
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