The many faces of Mazatlán by
Jimm Budd
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Sports
fishing originally was what brought foreign tourists to Mazatlán. The Sea of
Cortes is perhaps the best place on earth to battle a sailfish, marlin or some
other aquatic warrior. Vacationers drove down from the United States, from the
border, a distance of about 1,200 kilometers, but back then there was not much
available in between. Even now, Mazatlán can claim to be where the tropics
begin (the Tropic of Cancer is just about 25 kilometers north of the city).
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Fishing
is but one of many options today. Now there is golf, with more golf to come.
Sinaloa hopes to be known soon as “The Golf Coast.” The adventurous can enjoy a
variety of ecological tours aboard motos and naked cars called all-terrain
vehicles.
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The Pearl of the Pacific is
distinctive in many ways. Tourism may be important, but Mazatlán is first and
foremost a port – the biggest between Los Angeles
and Panama
-- and also a commercial tuna and shrimping center. Fishermen still sell their
catch of the day on the beach by San
Felix Bay
below Avenida Olas Altas.
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Above
stands a sculpture that honors them, the Monument to the Fisherman. Local
people refer to it as “Los Monos Bichis,” since it depicts not only an
unclad fisherman, but also a reclining woman, also quite naked, all of her
charms on view and her open palm outstretched as if waiting for money.
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At dusk, the Historic Center comes alive.
Idlers sip something cool at one of the outdoor cafes. Pacifico beer is the
drink of choice, being native to Mazatlán and now enjoyed in many lands. Often
there are performances of one kind or another at the Angela Peralta Theater,
125 years old, handsomely remodeled and the only opera house of the Mexican
Pacific. And not all of those performances are operas. The neighborhood even
has a couple of museums, but these really are not worth the price of admission.
Restoring century-old residences in the Historic Center has
been a work of love. Descendants of the original inhabitants abandoned the
homes of their parents decades ago, moving into ocean view condominiums with
air conditioning and plumbing that works. Those bygone years, viewed now with
nostalgia, were not all that wonderful. Back when it was new, one seaside hotel
still in operation housed three boas in its storerooms. This was not generally
known to guests, but those who learned the secret were told, reassuringly, that
the boas controlled the rat population. A hotel with rats may not sound
inviting, but in its day, this was the best place to stay in town
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hotels, bars, bistros and boutiques crowd the beachfront avenue, which starts
out as Olas Altas (where the fort is) and then becomes Avenida del Mar, Camarón
Sabalo and finally Sabalo Cerritos. The neighborhood between one end and the
other has named itself the Golden Zone and claims to be where all the action
is. The hotels are not new, although many are refurbished and have changed
their names.
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