Come into most ports and you are greeted by a throng of people – cabbies, bus drivers, merchants, even beggars.
Come to Mexico and you are greeted by the navy.
Jeez. Talk about paranoid people. You’d think we’d taken half their country or someth— oohhhhh…
Manzanillo (that spelling may be wrong) is a nice industrial city. Smog hovers over the port and hangs in the foothills. But these people do something that none of the other ports do. They work. Not at tourism, at actual jobs. For an ex-New Yorker, this was a welcome change of pace.
The mountains come right up to the sea and the city is built into that nonexistant space between the two. House foundations go right into basalt. (Basalt? hmm.. hard to tell with all the soot on everything).
So, with few touristy things near port, the resorts too far away and a working city, I decided to photograph some of the wildlife of the area (no dog photos – though there were lots of dogs, like in every other Carib town). Here are two photos:
One’s a bird and one’s a fish.
