The night is sweet in Acapulco.
But this is low season, the tourist spots and the seaside are rather empty.
At one o’clock in the morning, after having gone from bar to bar, we decided to spend the rest of the night on the beach. We are 3 girls, 3 guys, decided to fully enjoy this beautiful night.
But here it is, the beach belongs to José, ‘’he tells us’’, and we have to pay him if we want to stay. Obviously drunk, José is small, fat, has a bad mustache and a tuft of curly hair. He wears dirty and perforated jeans that reveals his bare and mucky feet, an oversized, dusty and very cramped tank top, whose original white color has turned grey brown with time.
“La plata o el plomo”. Like a soldier of the Medellin cartel, José calmly explains to us that he will kill us if we refuse to pay him, while at the same time revealing the gun he hides under his jeans.
Fortunately, Christian, a Franco-Mexican who is part of the group, perceives perfectly well the threatening gibberish that José tries somehow to make us understand. Fortunately also, Christian spent a weekend in Acapulco three weeks earlier and fortunately still, he had decided to rent a jet ski there.
I say fortunately because Christian recognized in José the guy who had rented it to him 3 weeks earlier. You got it right! Our friend rents jet skis to tourists during the day and robs them at night!
While facing José in a state of inebriation, Christian has a genius idea. He offers him to put his gun down and join us to share the booze. Good deal, right?!
Believe it or not, it is probably what Jose judged since he accepted the offer!!
