For most of the 2 weeks that I was there, I stayed in a cloudless, 90 degree Acapulco. Unlike Cancun, this city has many locals including Mexicans and indigenous people. Also, many 3rd world aspects of the country are easily visible. Many children don't attend school and instead sell items to tourists, the police is corrupt and will graciously take bribes, locals eat out of garbage cans, certain areas of the city smell like human sewage, and a few blocks from the beach one can eat dinner for about $1.50. During my first day on the beach I bought a rock necklace, a hammock, mangos, a blanket, sunglasses, and a massage. I turned away fake tattoos, fried bananas, wind chimes, shawls, drinks, model boats, fans, palm hats, etc... The point is that the people are jobless and labor is cheap [minimum wage is 42 cents an hour], which makes the service, unfortunately, outstanding. Because of the poverty, Acapulco is a dirty beach, but still beautiful.
I stayed in a hostel for the first time. I paid 16.21 a night, including breakfast. The great thing about staying there was the many single travelers coming through, all eager to meet people there. Most were older, were either backpacking Central America, or some had been traveling all their lives. I didn't meet a single "mathematical type" person there. They were humanitarians, linguists, sociologists, and writers.
The length of my room was 1 inch shorter than me.
I spent New Year's Eve in Acapulco.
New Years Day began with jumping off of this waterfall at a local hotel, and ended with jumping off this bunji platform [50 meters, or 164 feet.]
The hammock tuened out to be a good buy, after hung under a pulapa.
During the final days of my trip, I took a detour to a small fishing village called Zihuatanejo. The locals were even more friendly, and it really felt like I became part of the town.