On Mexico’s Pacific coast I embraced the bohemian spirit of my guidebook and followed in the fiery footsteps of Ava Gardner in The Night of the IguanaIt was 3am on the Pacific coast of Mexico,and a cyclone was brewing, lighting up the night sky through the open-air windows of my two-yarn cabana on the edge of the ocean. The feathers of the dreamcatchers hanging all around the room whooshed with the thunder. Well, and my hosts clarified for me the next morning,it was a miniature cyclone.
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Source: theguardian.com