Behind door number 1

We were strolling down a hot street in the Mexican port city of Mazatlan, tired of looking at churches, sightseeing French influences in architecture and yet-another-museum, the thirst was getting to us, it was 11am. Thoughts of holiday beers in the morning simultaneously pop into our minds, we looked at each other knowingly.

Dean hears a faint sound of music coming through some doors we pass, he stops, calls me back and says do you want to go in here for a beer? I peek in, its all local and say why not, we head in. All male heads turn, checking out us gringos(Asian gringo?), I say male heads because there are no gals there, just the voluptuous waitresses in spandex. This place is lo-cal only. Two coronas please! We pound another two and exit, that was fun we confide, eyes blinking into the bright afternoon outside.

Sometimes you can make surprising discoveries by poking your head in random or interesting doorways.

Best place to hang out in the eve for a bit is old Mazatlan along the water’s lookout where you can see mad cliff divers, devour fresh young coconut with the juice and eat bbq corn on the cob slathered in butter and chilies. Mmm…