Mexico

About 1993 or so, I went to Mazatlan with a friend.  I didn't really have that much fun, its seems I was much older then and didn't like enjoying myself.  I was mostly struck with the poverty of the place and how the town was basically split into three, the rich folks, the poor folks and tourists.  I have stayed away for years because of a simple reason, that I didn't really enjoy myself.  Now high morals masked the lack of fun, with ideas that we rich Americans should not perpetuate the Mexican lack support for its people dumping a Pesos here or there toward children selling Chicklets.
Well I recently went back and Mexico is still poor, but I have gotten younger in my old age, this time I had a lot of fun.