Yesterday, we went on a city tour. We boarded an old-fashioned-looking bus, most likely a former trolley, the type that Frieda Kahlo rode when it got into the accident that left her crippled for life. After an obligatory stop at a jewelry shop and a drive through Zona Dorada (which in the day looked no better then it did at night), we drove out onto the promenade stretching along the ocean. If you looked on your left, your eye met a colorful array of ugly hotels and shops. On the right, if you let your eye glide over attempts-on-art on the boardwalk, it was rewarded with a sight of the ocean, several rocky islands in the distance, and the sun slowly sinking into the horizon.
The along-the-water promenade called “The Malecon” brought us to old Mazatlan dating to the 19th century. This part of town presented some charm, not one of a kind, however, but typical to many Caribbean towns. No traces of Aztec culture were to be found anywhere. Either the only city the Aztecs built was Tenochtitlan (now Mexico-city), or the Spaniards razed them all to the ground (Tenochtitlan included).
The main square, where we had dinner on a restaurant patio, was pleasantly Mexican, but the highlight of the day was a taxi ride back to the hotel. We climbed in a local taxi – a cross between a go-cart and a golf cart. Ken – next to the driver, Jason and I in the backseat elevated over the front seat. No doors, windows, seatbelts, needless to say. The taxi coughed and hacked like an age-old smoker, but started, and took off like the wind. We didn’t go too far, the wretched thing died in the middle of a deserted intersection where the only sign of life was a stray black dog crossing the street. But no worries. Our valiant driver jumped out and finagled something in the back, after which the taxi went into a hacking spell again, but started nonetheless. The driver jumped back in and took us on a wild and crazy ride back on the Malecon, through Zona Dorada to the opulent world of our resort.
On the other note, Jason beats me in scrabble mercilessly day after day!