We still remember crossing over that old bridge back in the late 70's because someone told us there was a great restaurant on the other side. Searching for the restaurant we passed by some stoned out hippie and he asked "what the fu__ are you two doing here? We turned around and went back to our room at Susie's Hotel. You think he is still there - is it safe to go back?

I'm afraid you're a bit confused. No true hippie would address a stranger in that manner. That was simply a long-haired bum pretending to be a hippie. They used to drive me crazy back when I lived here in the mid-70's always trying to hit on me for info back then. "Hey man, where's the cheapest hotel?" "Hey man, where's the cheapest food?" "Hey man, where's the cheapest beer?" "Hey man, where can I get some smoke?" Me being a genuine first-of-the-line hippie-freak, I would simply smile politely and shrug in faux ignorance, reluctant to send such a person to any of my favorite places. Now I've put up a website so I don't have to answer similar questions over and over. A shame you let a silly rude person intimidate you from enjoying an excellent meal at Puntarenas back then. I used to enjoy meeting the more adventurous strong-willed people that seemed to make up the majority of visitors to Zihuatanejo back in those days.

My nose is just fine, but thanks for the pic. There's much about Zihua I would have liked to have experienced "in the old days", but negotiating that bridge, especially after dark, is not one of them.

I negotiated that bridge after dark buzzed, with a mesh-rope bag of soft-drinks over one shoulder, and a garrafon of water on the other shoulder along the rocky coast over to where the old disco at Puerto Mío used to be back before there was a road on the other side. It was always a cause for celebration upon arrival.

It was an adventure stone-cold sober. Mrs. H. said "You go. I'll just watch".

My nose is just fine, but thanks for the pic. There's much about Zihua I would have liked to have experienced "in the old days", but negotiating that bridge, especially after dark, is not one of them.

I negotiated that bridge after dark buzzed, with a mesh-rope bag of soft-drinks over one shoulder, and a garrafon of water on the other shoulder along the rocky coast over to where the old disco at Puerto Mío used to be back before there was a road on the other side. It was always a cause for celebration upon arrival.

"Open image in new tab" is not an option when I right-click on "image".

Don't get your nose outta joint. I fixed it for ya!

Zihua Foot Bridge - Circa 1995 by John Lauson, on Flickr