Silver Spirit in Zihuatanejo

Before I forget it, we easily went through immigration in Mexico City, but not through customs until Acapulco. Bags went through the usual scanner, and then the Official at the podium took our papers and said press the button. I responded as any well traveled journalist would;


“The red button.”

I pushed, he signed our form; we were clear. When I asked what the button did, he said, “It’s like bingo.” It determines by chance who gets searched and who doesn’t.”

Now to Zihuatanejo.

I’ve learned it is pronounce See-what-an-a-ho. No comment.

We were anchored off shore

and guarded continuously by the Mexican Army and Navy.

Those poor solders in uniform were roasting in 90 degree weather.

As it is with every other place I haven’t visited for a while, the town has ballooned.

What used to be a few streets, not all paved, with some lovely, seemly out of place, boutiques, is now the fourth largest city in the state of Guerrero. Still we’re only talking a plaza and a few square blocks.

We browsed a bit, and came across a diminutive shop that sold, well I used to call them sneakers, I don’t know what to call them these days. At any rate, I was in need and we went into buy. OK, to try on shoes one must sit, right? On a chair, right? The sales gal went next door and borrowed a chair from a café. I put different shoes on trying to get a fit. For one particular size they had to make a phone call. It took a few minutes before those shoes were delivered to the door.

The shoes were very hip and I tried to pretend I could walk without toe pain, but finally gave up. Now, during this whole process, no one in the store (expect me and Michael) spoke English. My Spanish is limited so it was hard to explain why there was a circle of shoes around my chair. I got up, said something in some kind of Spanish, and then we vamoosed, leaving a ton of left foot shoes, and followed by blank stares.

One intriguing shop stumped me. I had no idea which were the ‘things.”

Silver Spirit has a kitchen where crew, if motivated, can cook their own dinner. Because the food for the crew in general is not spicy enough for some, we watched crew buy fish right out of the water for tonight’s dinner.

I’ll have to find where they keep the spices.

Zihuatanejo has a beach

and some lovely homes.

Nearby Ixtapa, however, has the luxury hotels, golf courses, and miles of beach. Ixtapa was a coconut plantation and mangrove estuary, until it became a computer planned resort.

Next time we’ll check out Ixtapa, but for now it’s back to the ship. I’ve picked up some sort of eye infection, so we couldn’t attend dinner with the Chief Engineer. It was formal night and so not a hardship at all to eat, course by course, our lobster and caviar ensuite.

Tomorrow Manzanillo

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  • ralph, enjoy the spirit..think your butler is Nikhil (nikki)..if so, please
    say hello from Mr and Mrs Weiner…also at the pool grill, pls pass our regards to Dhiraj (M’d), he also is M’d in Le Champagne..and helped us
    pick out our special 25th anniversary Indian dinner menu in the Restaurant.


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