The road to Paradise winds lazily away from the Manzanillo toll road through forgotten coconut groves. Traffic is light and unhurried and sometimes lingers curiously behind us just to observe the circus of pasty pink cyclists on heavily laden bicycles making their way through their land. With any luck, while relaxing after breakfast, you might get to see Ferdinand the mellowest bull in Mexico out for a morning stroll on the beach.
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