After our visit to Colima we headed to the town of Manzanillo, which has the distinction of being Mexican’s biggest west coast port, as well as a resort-that-never-quite-was… Back in the early 1960s, as I understand it, there was an attempt to annoint Manzanillo as a new glamorous resort, but it never really “took.” After we parked our rental car we looked over the edge of the parking lot to see this odd sight:
There was a big cruise ship in town when we arrived, which looked like a hideous way to travel. The local shops were jammed with cruise ship passengers, so we wandered away from the shore into the busy everyday downtown zone. The main drag cuts between two steep hills, and we headed up this one:
We drove around the bay to our apartment, and after dropping our stuff, we went in pursuit of Mariscos Carlos, which Adriana’s brother-in-law told us was hands-down the best place to eat in the whole area. And sure enough, the Sopa de Mariscos was FANTASTIC!
Finally, after some inadvertant dilly-dallying, we got to the beach in time for the peak of the gorgeous sunset.
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