Those of you who read my blog are well aware of the troubles
that plagued me and on an RV trip to Mexico a couple of years ago. Recently, I
also wrote of the misfortunes experienced this year in Mexico by friends of
ours. To say that my writings of Mexico and its out-of-control crime rate have
been somewhat negative would be an understatement. I have not been very kind to
our southern neighbors. I even swore that I would never return to Mexico!
This morning my son called me from California to tell me
that his upcoming nuptials would be in Mexico. I blessed him and told
him I would be thinking of him on his wedding day. Unfortunately, or
fortunately depending upon perspective, Carol Ann says I have no choice. I must
return to Mexico. But this time I will not be driving. We will fly direct to
Cabo San Lucas and take a cab to the resort. I plan to
remain on the resort property during the entirety of our stay. I will not rent
a car. I will not “see the sights.” I have seen quite enough of Mexico already.
The very first time I set foot on Mexican soil was a short
while after my return from Vietnam. Carol Ann and I had driven from Georgia to
West Texas and the Big Bend area and thought it would be fun to go shopping on
the Mexican side of the Rio Grande. We had heard about the great bargains available there, not to mention that the exchange rate was extremely favorable for us at that time. But even then
I was cautious about going to Mexico. We decided to park on the US side and walk across the bridge to the
small border town (I don’t remember which border town it was).
On the way to the border we stopped by a currency exchange and for a couple of
hundred US dollars, walked off with a wheelbarrow load of pesos. We parked the car and walked across the the little two-lane bridge, passing the long line of vehicles waiting to cross into the US. I had been told that although trees hid it from view along the river, the town was just “right across the river.” It was a long, hot, dusty walk to the town’s one main street, which was lined with
tourists’ traps shops. As we walked along the uneven sidewalk we were constantly
accosted by children selling "real" gold Rolex watches at unbelievably low prices. What the Mexicans call "almost free."
It turned out that the goods in most of the shops were not great
deals at all. In fact the best bargains in town were probably the gold Rolex watches. Most products were priced in US dollars instead of Mexican pesos and no shopkeeper
wanted our wheelbarrow load of pesos. It was like trying to pay for something
at Walmart with Monopoly money. They laughed at it. We ended up buying a quart
of Mexican vanilla and a case of Mexican beer with the few US dollars we had not exchanged.
I was ready to leave. Our money was no good and I was
beginning to get spooked because this little third world border town reminded
me of Vietnam. Not only in appearance but also in the heat, smell, language
barrier, and the extremely large number of foreigners. The big difference being
that the kids in Vietnam were trying to sell their sisters or mothers, not watches. We
wasted no time in walking back across the Rio Grande and the good old US of A,
where I felt safe once again. We retrieved the car and returned to the currency exchange to
unload our pesos, but this time the exchange rate worked against us.
It seems that a trip to Mexico always costs more than expected. I'm sure that Cabo San Lucas will be no exception. I hear they are
very proud of their hotels down there (and probably prefer US dollars
to Mexican pesos).
“Hasta la vista, baby!”
2 comments :
Good narrative Robert. You'll likely be surrounded by more gringos at Cabo than locals. Bet the gift shops will still be after your $$$. Never the less, enjoy. You've certainly paid your dues.
I always appreciate your comments, Bill. Thanks.
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