*The archeological site Petatlán and the ´cigar-maker/tortilla baker´couple.
When in Zihuatanejo, where the former Swedish prime minister Olof Palme is honoured by a big plate on a concrete foundation,

we just happened to be in the main Plaza one night when a meeting informing of the pre-Hispanic temple site discovered a few years ago was taking place. One of the guides at this site was standing just beside me and he din’t have much difficulty persuading us to go there the morning after.
http://www.travelixtapazihuatanejo.com/petatlan
A very interesting side trip, where another guide showed us around in the museum and round the excavation area. But arguably the most fascinating part was when he invited us to his parents house in a tiny village a mile or two from the museum. Materially, they appeared quite underprivileged, but such proud, amiable people are not often met. While she made tortillas on her wood-burning adobe stove (the house is over 100 years old) he showed us his hand-made masks in burnt adobe together with his also hand-made cigars! Since adobe masks are not wht could be easily kept onboard a sailing boat my interest was caught by the cigars. Though I do not regularly smoke, an occassional good cigar is a tempting proposition, especially since buying them at the source made the price very reasonable even for frugal sailor. He grow the tobacco himself and treats it, completely organic like everything else they grow, he is also a herb doctor (or medicine man). I found the taste very similar to the Cuban cigars which he explained with ´the spanish brought the tobacco from here to Cuba´. I do not know if this is historiclly correct, but my nose found no objections to this version. He also showed me how to roll cigars, which I found to be not quite as easy as it looked and then he gave me some tobacco to ‘practice with’. Then we enjoyed a full lunch meal, traditional and simple, consisting of vegetable soup, frijoles (beans) and tasty newly made tortillas.

An unforgettable day for sure, we were´nt back on the boat until after dark.
* Fishing with Antonio
While enjoying an afternoon beer under the shade at a beach ´Palapa´restaurant in Puerto Angel we got engaged in talking with a bunch of local fishermen, Pangueros, at the table next to ours. One of them spoke some French, after living 6 months in Nice, France some time go, and enjoyed the opportunity to practise it with us and then another one asked if I wanted to join him going out fishing the morning after.
I couldn’t pass on such an opportunity, since I’ve been wanting to do just that for long time. I’ve always marveled at the courage of these fishermen, in their open boats (Pangas) with outboard motors, going 20-30 miles out on the ocean to catch big game fish like shark, marlin, tuna, sailfish, dorado etcetera.
He first talked bout going out on a 12 hour trip, but then agreed to pick me up just before dawn, around 6 AM for ´couple hours’ of fishing just a mile or two outside the Bay. First we tried fishing off the bottom with hand-lines without catching anything then we moved to a spot just outside the rocky point where the swells were breaking with a Thunderous groan, to try and exploit the currents and tidal rips in this area.
All of a sudden he calls me to haul in the line quick….and I do so without really knowing why at first. Then, when he took off, full speed on his 60 hp Yamaha, it dawned on me what was brewing. Another Panguero was busy hauling in fish on 2-3 handlines simultaneously and at that very moment the whole fleet was scooting towards them while rigging lines for trolling. Most of them handled 1-2 lines, not so Antonio, he had 3 in the water pretty much before I had rewound the one I was using before. Like a virtuos, a true expert, he manoevered the boat in a hectic chase back and forth in close quarters with 15 other Pangas, at every turn he handled the 3 lines while avoiding getting tangled with the other’s, and told me to haul in a fish even before I noticed the bite! Well, he’s father was also fisherman and after studying agriculture at the university and then working in that field a few years, the beuaty of his home village, and the freedom of going to sea for a living, brought him back home and back into commercial fishing again. He complained a bit that there are too many fishermen in the village, but all in all I think it’s good life, the waters are so rich in fish, and the local, small boat fishing, probably doesn’t contribute too much to the world-wide overfishing (but I am by no means an expert). Another unforgettable Day!
What we caught? About 10 Bonito-looking approx. 3 kg heavy fishes belonging to the Tuna family. I forgot the Spanish name, but something like ´white-meat Bonito´. Delicious! I got to keep one of them plus the single little Dorado (AKA mahi-mahi & Dolphin) and volunteered to pay for the fuel we used during the trip.
I am looking forward to going out on another trip with you, Antonio, when we’ll return to Mexican waters in a few years!
Muchas Gracias! – thanks so much for the experience.
Oh, …why didn’t Isabelle come along on the fishing trip? -She loves to snorkel, but never want to kill anything. She loves eating fish though. Me, I love all of it!