We are in Quebec.

Well actually we are are just outside Acapulco, it just feels like Quebec.

Bodo's problems (attributed to a dirty fuel filter) seem to be fixed. After three hard days driving there as been no re-occurrence of the problem, much to the relief of Bruce and Lesley.

Our first night on the Pacific coast of Mexico was spent wild camped near El Faro (N 18.387790 W 103.528327 ). Had we known about it we might have pressed on to a delightful little "camp site" further down the coast at N 18.204445 W103.118190 .

Although the coastline is potentially very attractive there is very little of it not spoiled by litter or massive "all inclusive" resort hotels that contrast starkly with the surrounding poverty.

Our second night by the ocean was spent at the rather bizarre "town camping area" (Playa Linda?) of Ixtapa (N 17.681057 W 101.645718). This is not so much a camp site as a free parking area for RVs by the beach with the added attraction of an unfenced crocodile pond within 10 meters of the vans. You soon get (too?) blasé about crocodiles.

Our target for our third night by the Pacific was Acapulco. The books say there is a camp site in the centre of town, but we could not find it. After a futile search in heavy traffic and stifling temperatures, we abandon the effort and headed out of town to look for a different site. We found it with the help of a taxi driver, who rather than say "turn right in 50 meters" took our $3.00USA to lead us there.

Still, we have been told of people driving round the site for several hours without finding it. You can find Trailer Park Diamante, without the help of a taxi, at N 16.785100 W 99.797068.

The site is run by Canadians for Canadians.

Nearly all the other (70?) vehicles here are large RVs down from Quebec for several months. Many of them have regular pitches with their own giant canvas shelters, patios, barbecues, motor bikes and even gardens.

Small RVs like ours are a bit of a novelty!

During one of our roadside coffee breaks on the way to the coast, a van pulled over to sell us huaraches (sandals). Mexicans are inventive when it comes to selling. As Stephen was in need of a new pair, the hombre and his assistant proceeded to pull out an endless assortment of leather finery.

Alas, as Stephen's feet are mucho grande (size 11), there were no pesos to be made on this day.

Driving in Mexico's larger cities is a hair-raising experience at times. Few observed rules, no lanes, little courtesy. Our talented drivers masterfully weave in and out of traffic with skill and patience.

While navigating our way through Acapulco's congested centro, Bodo was surrounded by an infestation of Volkswagon Beetles. Most of them were identical blue and white taxi cabs, scuttling around us on all sides. Never have I seen so many Beetles in one place at one time.