Like millions I love to wake up to a good coffee. Today it’s a salted caramel strata accompanied by a chocolate and almond croissant. But I’m not at home or an overpriced high street chain.
Instead I’m at the International Cafe on the Ruby Princess, and we’ve just arrived in Mazatlan Mexico. I embarked on Sunday in Los Angeles, and after two days of winding down at sea, had a day trip round the high streets of Puerto Vallarta, the place where Predator, Revenge (Costner) and Limitless were shot.
Thanks to a technical snafu with my room card I wasn’t allowed off the ship until the tech problem was fixed, got separated from the rest of my party and my trip to a private island was scuppered. There are worse ways to spend a January than a five or six mile walk around town.
After taking a well earned rest at that overpriced coffee chain – you know the one, I got chatting to one of the British musicians on a several month contract.
Okay, it wasn’t on the itinerary, but proved to be a fascinating snapshot of daily Mexican life, and a lot less annoying than my previous experience on the other side of the country where street hustlers proved obnoxious.
To be continued…