JAMES ANDERSON and NIKO PRICE
The Columbian
10-12-1997
ACAPULCO, Mexico — As Acapulco slept, rain began to fall high above the five-star hotels, soaking steep hillsides. Water joined water, mud joined mud, and a lethal torrent took shape.
Boulders barreled down a long, dry riverbed toward crowded settlements. In an instant, a river was reborn, dragging hundreds of flimsy shacks away, burying concrete homes, and sweeping dozens of lives toward the sea.
The river began forming in Pancho Villa Canyon, high on the hills above Acapulco’s crescent bay. The latest settlers had arrived only two years ago, their tarpaper huts clinging to the canyon’s steep slopes.
Now the ...
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