As long ago as it was, I can still remember my first trip to Mexico. Arriving in Puerta Vallarta at two in the morning from a exhausting charter flight, the first impression was that we missed a turn and landed in Central America. The sodium vapor lights made everything yellow, as though it were a very bad movie print. The tour company guide herded us onto a waiting bus with all our luggage and we rumbled down the airport road and then through the deserted main streets of town.
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