On thursday night (when we arrived), HJ and I decided not to join the others to a bar but enjoy a drink on the terrace and then go to sleep... well... we locked ourselves out - you see Hansjörg trying to fight the door, but we lost. Luckily, we had brought a bottle of Coke, a bottle of Bacardi and Chips, so we spent some hours chilling in the mild Acapulco night having some drinks and a really good talk. I got to know Hansjörg quite a bit better and I was totally surprised, as I had never thought we would actually have enough to talk about for an hour. Damn was I wrong! We fell asleep at about six in the morning, and when the others came home - lets say, a bit later - they released us. Needless to say that we could not reproduce that thing with the door, nor did we manage to even close it on purpose anytime after this. Crazy!