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Cruising The Mexican Riviera
By Shirley B. Moskow
The
welcome mat is out on the Mexican Riviera. From the haunting desert loveliness
of Cabo San Lucas, perched on a remote cliff at the tip of the Baja California peninsula, to the
sophisticated night life of Acapulco, Mexicos west coast greets travelers with
south-of-the-border hospitality.
Ports
of call along the Pacific Coast reflect the countrys rich cultural diversity.
Yet, not nearly as many ships ply this route as the Caribbean so passengers
going ashore are spared swarms of tourists in boutiques and restaurants.
Cabo San Lucas
At
first light, our Royal Caribbean cruise ship glides into the lunar landscape of
a rock-rimmed harbor. Sea lions frolic beside the tenders shuttling passengers
to shore, while sunrise paints the sandstone buildings pink, giving the
impression that we are entering an exotic, new world. Cadres of sombrero-shaded
men preserve the illusion, sweeping the
villages narrow streets and grooming its tropical trees to picture-postcard
prettiness.
Day
starts slowly at local cantinas, redolent of aromatic coffee and huevos
rancheros, eggs fried Mexican style with hot tomato sauce. Some have outdoor seating and morning diners
play checkers on tables shaded by lacy mimosa trees. Box lunches are often
available to hikers, boaters and sun worshippers planning a retreat to Playa
del Amor (Love Beach) or another
secluded cove.
Near
the flea market on the dock, a glass-bottom boat may be hired for a ride out to
the volcanic rock that punctuates the end of the peninsular. After skimming
over underwater gardens of black coral, sea turtles and colorful tropical fish,
these small craft sidle up to El Arco, the wind-and-water-carved stone arch
that is Bajas most photographed feature.
For
all its natural beauty, Cabo San Lucas -- called Finisterra, or Lands End --
subsisted as an isolated outpost after 16th century explorers, lured by false
rumors of Aztec gold, harvested a bounty in pearls and sailed home to Spain.
Long inaccessible by land, and with fewer
than 6000 residents, the point where the Sea of Cortez meets the Pacific Ocean
remained the best kept secret of sports-fishing enthusiasts after marlin,
swordfish, sailfish and cabrilla. (Restaurants gladly cook their catch to
order.)
Things
began to change after such wealthy norteamericanos as David Lee Roth, the rock
star, rediscovered Los Cabos (The Cape). They commissioned grandiose villas in
a neighborhood the locals call El Pedregal. Ironically, their presence
threatened the very quality that attracted them: privacy. Then Eddie Van Halen,
another rock star, opened the
first disco, Cabo Wabo, near the villages only stop sign. Soon other
celebrities like Jack Nicholson, Danny de Vito, and Joe Montana, could be seen
tooling around the town on scooters.
Mazatlan
Cruising
south from Cabo San Lucas to Mazatlan, keep-eyed ocean watchers may spy whales
and their calves. These waters are a favorite birthing place of the mammals who
return to Alaska in summer. The sea teems with dolphins and other marine life
and Mazatlans aquarium on the Avenida de los Reportes is one of Latin
Americas finest. Its more than 250 specimens include large pez cirujano,
surgeon fish, easily identified by the
sharp scalpel-shaped fin on each side of its tail.
The
Pearl of the Pacific as Mazatlan is known, rests on a band of silver beach
between the foot of the Sierra Madre Mountains and the ocean. According to
legend, Sir Francis Drake and other pirates buried treasure on the shore. The
Malecon -- a combination sea wall and walkway/avenue -- wraps around the city.
The
southernmost beaches, Olas Altas and Los Pinos, are favored by surfers and
strollers wishing to discover Old Mazatlan. At sunset, crowds gather at the
rocky lookout, El Mirodor, on Paseo Claussen to watch daredevil youths dive
from high rocks into the ocean.
Mazatlan
also boasts what may be Mexicos largest arts and crafts center. In the heart
of Zona Dorado (the Gold Zone), native artisans demonstrate their skills as
tinsmiths, weavers, potters, glassblowers and jewelers. A five-piece band plays
salsa music on the patio, a comfortable spot to pause at midday for a cool
drink or light lunch and to watch a fashion show featuring styles by local
designers.
Puerto Vallarta
Continuing
south, our ship next drops anchor at Puerto Vallarta. Since 1963, when
Tennessee Williams Night of the Iguana was filmed here, the ports
white-washed houses with red-tile roofs and charming cobblestone lanes have
stirred less interest than the sites of the torrid love affair between
Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton. Puerto Vallarta panders to the curious
with a life-size statue of the lovers across the street from the mercado,
market, and candid photographs in restaurants frequented by filmdoms fabled
duo. Of course, the city tour highlights Gringo Gulch site of the casa where
Liz and Dick rendezvoused.
Mismaloya
Beach, the fishing colony where Night of the Iguana was filmed, is almost seven
miles south of town. The mountain road rises and dips, revealing seascapes of
Banderas Bay, Mexicos largest. Hibiscus frame the golden beaches. Protected
from the hot sun at Mismaloya Beach, older women sit under simple lean-tos and
embroider traditional Indian patterns on blouses and skirts, while young women
cook tortillas on
braziers and watch their children playing on the sand.
Even
travelers bored by movie stars, however, will enjoy Puerto Vallartas colonial
charm. The zocalo is a shady park with white wrought-iron benches that invite
romance. Gaily hued umbrellas shade shoeshine stands and sidewalk artists who
ply their trade nearby, against
a backdrop of sailboats and yachts rippling across blue waters that
stretch into blue sky.
The
complementary view of the city from the sea shows brilliant fuchsias and purple
bougainvillea splashed over aged stone steps that wend up the mountain.
Dominating the city is the Cathedral of Our Lady of Guadeloupe, topped by a
steeple with gold-crown, a replica of the crown worn by the Virgin in the
Mexico City Basilica and the official navigation
aid for ships at sea.
Ixtapa and Zihuatanejo
Shoulder-to-shoulder,
Ixtapa and Zihuatanejo exemplify new and old Mexico. Ixtapa is a gleaming
world-class resort with a challenging Robert Trent Jones golf course, fine
restaurants and adobe malls showcasing famous designers. Zihuatanejo, on the
other hand, is an old fishing village with an Indian market and street life
that, for its costume and spectacle, resembles theater.
Zihuatanejo
exudes Old World charm that recalls its days as the center of Mexicos trade
with the Orient. Indeed, the main beach, Playa la Ropa, the clothes beach, gets
its name from a shipwreck that left silk garments strewn on the sand. Today, a
mustachioed man sells coco frio, fresh coconut, on the beach. Deftly wielding a
machete, he slices each brown
nut to order and pokes a straw into the thirst-quenching milk. At dusk, bands
of strolling musicians in broad-brimmed sombreros, boleros and wide sashes
serenade diners viewing the sunset from seafood restaurants that line the sandy
harbor.
Acapulco
The
southernmost port of call on the Pacific Coast, Acapulco, is the granddaddy of
Mexicos international playgrounds and the biggest, brassiest resort on the
Pacific Coast. Some ships cruising the Panama Canal also visit this jet-set
retreat.
Whether
sun-seekers wish to settle into the languorous lifestyle of the tropics or to
partake of shopping, golf, tennis and water sports, Acapulco accommodates.
Para-sailing got is start here. No matter how vacationers spend their days,
however, most seem to have a passion for the citys swinging night life.
The
resort is studded with intimate dining places, but Acapulcos reputation rests
on restaurants with a fiesta atmosphere offering late night dining and dancing
until dawn. Discos cater to energetic fun-lovers with a fervor for dressing up
-- the more elegant and wild the better.
No
wonder, from A(capulco) to Z(ihuatanejo) travelers find that the Mexican
Riviera has it all.
For
more travel information on Mexico go to: http://www.go2mexico.com/
Copyright © 1999 Shirley B. Moskow
Photos by Dave Shultz
-Updated 3-7-99-
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