When I was 28 I went on a spur-of-the moment, nothing-reserved-except-for-the-flight-trip to San Patricio Melaque and Barra de Navidad (near Manzanillo).

I wanted the total non-gringo experience so where I went, I had to rely on my pathetic Spanish. There were some stark scenes of poverty (and pure joy when children were playing) and wanted to capture those images.

Some of the more blatant ones I asked for permission (pointing at my camera and at the person) and they always said yes. If I find time I'll scan them.