Some good news about Zihuatanejo!

Someone running nude with a machete would certainly attract more oglers.

And there I was at the most remote part of Bowman's Beach on Sanibel Island wearing nothing but my sandals, a bandana headband and my RayBans chasing a peeping tom through the woods like a wild bush man from Borneo, and he appeared not to know where he was going, so I left him lost, whimpering and crying for help among the dense thorn bushes and the mangroves with the snakes and gators while I went back to my friends and our Igloo cooler full of mint julep. We were miles from anyone else.

The things we did to entertain ourselves on the island.