'Going Loco, Down In Acapulco'.....

Our arrival in Acapulco was exciting and manic all at the same time. We'd had a fantastic ride down the Mexico 200 and then....the City of Acapulco......mental.....

So busy.....riding through trying to find our hotel was a little stressful......the sat nav lost the plot.....some people we'd asked on the outskirts of the city had never heard of the hotel......the locals.....intrigued by our foreign plates were pulling up alongside asking where we were going....I think they were trying to help.......but trying to have a conversation whilst riding and trying to look where you're going and avoid topes was little short of impossible....lol.

We eventually pulled over to check our directions and kind of sussed that we were going in the right direction so we set of again and heading down a hill.....the topes struck again!!!

That 'bloomin' nut that holds that side stand on the Sportster is a pain in the butt.....

This is the second time I've caught it and yes it did break again......It really isn't that easy to negotiate some of the topes are just too high and whatever approach you seem to take...ie angling the bike over and going slow still just doesn't seem to 'cut the mustard'.

So there we are......hot....bothered.....Chris on the floor tying up the stand and me holding the bike up flagging a 'Herbie' taxi down to follow to the hotel.

It worked...in my Spanglish I managed to get a 'Herbie' to stop, gave him the address of the hotel, asked to wait and then drive slowly please to the hotel.

He was cool with it all....just another fare .......though it brought a new meaning to 'Follow that Taxi'.

Thankfully he'd respected my request to go slow so we rocked up at 'The Mirador Hotel' a little less stressed.

And breathe........