Going to Mexico is a regular part of my job. I always either make someone pick me up on the US side of the border or I get a ride with someone who is going across. Today, I was riding with someone from work who hadn't stopped for Mexico insurance. As we got ready to cross the border, he made the joke, "pray for us because we don't have insurance."
Karma always gets you. Sure enough, it was a major holiday in Mexico and we ended up getting separated from our normal buisness destination and the person we were following left us in the dust. So you have two gringos pointing at random buildings trying to get a landmark and next thing you know, we're pulled over.
Normally this is bad but we know people so we were not overly concerned. 45 minutes later, 5 police officers later, no bribes and no movement, we're still not concerned. After all, we know that we know people. Apparantly our lack of concern and ability to sit in the car while we waited for the police to find a justifiable reason for pulling us over finally won and we were set free. Free in the way that we had a motorcycle escort to make sure we were really going where we said we were. The motorcycle cop even pulled us over a second time to verify where we were.
So at the office, we were safe and then it was off to dinner (in someone else's car) for a tequila or two. Then, paranoia set in and at the border I decided to buy churros from a street vendor for the first time in my life. You know what? It works. As I sat in the passenger seat, chomping away at my churros, immigration barely looked at our id's and waved us on through.
All in all, an easy and enlightening day south of the border. Not one that I need to repeat but it ended well
Karma always gets you. Sure enough, it was a major holiday in Mexico and we ended up getting separated from our normal buisness destination and the person we were following left us in the dust. So you have two gringos pointing at random buildings trying to get a landmark and next thing you know, we're pulled over.
Normally this is bad but we know people so we were not overly concerned. 45 minutes later, 5 police officers later, no bribes and no movement, we're still not concerned. After all, we know that we know people. Apparantly our lack of concern and ability to sit in the car while we waited for the police to find a justifiable reason for pulling us over finally won and we were set free. Free in the way that we had a motorcycle escort to make sure we were really going where we said we were. The motorcycle cop even pulled us over a second time to verify where we were.
So at the office, we were safe and then it was off to dinner (in someone else's car) for a tequila or two. Then, paranoia set in and at the border I decided to buy churros from a street vendor for the first time in my life. You know what? It works. As I sat in the passenger seat, chomping away at my churros, immigration barely looked at our id's and waved us on through.
All in all, an easy and enlightening day south of the border. Not one that I need to repeat but it ended well
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