I do not like Acapulco. It's dirty and smoggy and ugly. The traffic, while not as bad as Guadalajara, is somehow more menacing because the streets are narrower. I have yet to find something pleasant other than the cute little hotel I'm in, supposedly the oldest hotel in Acapulco. I feel reasonably certain that if I left my bike outside on the street, something bad would happen to it overnight.
The port is full of tourists that came in on cruise ships. The locals in stores and restaurants communicate with hand gestures, assuming off the bat that I won't understand spanish. A guy offered me "girls" as I walked through the zócalo
I'm fleeing after one night. I thought maybe I would check out the cliff divers or a jai alai game, but I am not inspired.
The essence of Acapulco: