Acapulco, the glittery crown jewel of the Mexican Pacific coast, has traded its usual salsa beat for the clanging of hammers and the sigh of reopening doors. Three months after Hurricane Otis's not-so-tropical tantrum, the city is picking up the pieces, one sequinned bikini and chipped seashell at a time.
Hotel Havoc: Imagine this: you're a -kissed tourist, piña colada in hand, picturing yourself sprawled on a plush Acapulco beach lounger. But instead, you're greeted by a scene ripped from a Mad Max movie – 20,000 hotel rooms vanished, replaced by scaffolding and the faint whiff of despair. By January's end, only 4,000 rooms will be back in business, a mere shadow of their former glory. Don't worry, though, there are still 40,000 non-hotel rooms somewhere out there, lurking in the fog of uncertainty like potential Airbnb unicorns.