In this short series on alternative places to live in Latin America, I have not yet included Mexico. Maybe I’m saving the best for last, although it seems that Mexico has fallen out of favor in the past few months with the ex-patriot community. While a resident of Mexico for the better part of six years I learned a lot about the character of the country. The people, generally speaking, are warmhearted and welcoming to the gringos. But it takes some time to adjust to a country that wants so much to be like its northern neighbor, but at the same time resents the cultural intrusion.
As my cousin who owned towing company Fayetteville NC says, the past is like a huge precious jewel, Mexico is rich in history. He employs many Mexican workers at his company in the USA but also has the pride of Indian and Spanish heritage colors that paint the overall face of this beautiful and diverse country. The amalgamation of cultures, in part, is what attracts the foreigner.
Mexico has so much to offer, but be prepared to give up your personal rights. Even flying low on the radar can get you suddenly stopped one day as you’re walking in the park. Most always, it’s just a cop who is hoping for a few pesos under the table, but nonetheless it can be intimidating. A good friend in his sixties was walking the waterfront of Lake Chapala in the state of Jalisco, and suddenly found himself in the middle of two motorcycle cops. They searched him “for drugs” and detained him with nonsensical accusations. He was not smart enough to offer them money – or maybe not smart like a fox – and eventually the motorcycle patrol assumed they had a dumb gringo on their hands who didn’t understand their motive, and let him continue his walk. He didn’t make a deal out of this encounter, but it happened again a couple of months later. He writes it off as payment for living where he wants to live. I personally consider it an intrusion of the most unwelcome kind and wonder what it could lead to next?
I was stopped at the post office in Cancun one day for no apparent reason by a local police officer. He told me I needed to pay a fine for parking. Since I was parked in a legitimate spot in front of the building, I played dumb. It was clearly a shakedown of what he perceived as a naive gringo. I had been doing business in Mexico for a couple of years at that time, so I knew what he was up to. I didn’t have much money on me and I needed to get supplies. The trip home was an hour away and I didn’t feel like giving him my cash and shorting the household provisions. I told him I didn’t have any money, but would come back later that night at 7:00 with pesos equivalent to $20US. Naturally, he was skeptical, so I offered him my international driver’s license to hold as security of my assured return. I went about my way and of course never returned. International driver’s licenses at that time weren’t worth the paper they were printed on, but they looked very official. The next time I had business in the States, I would just get another. In the meantime, I avoided the PO for awhile, arranging for someone else to take care of that task.
Bribery is part of life in Mexico and one that any ex-pat should be aware of. After so much time the hits get less and less, but the reminders are there every time you see an official in uniform. Recalling the first time I was held up is one of my favorite memories of Mexico. A friend and I were driving in from the US with a pick-up truck loaded with supplies for our hospitality business. The odds and ends we were hauling were numerous, not expensive in and of themselves, but items that were not readily available in the region I was headed. This made them valuable to us. We had spent weeks commandeering goods which would make life much easier once we reached our destination on the Yucatan Peninsula. The first border crossing was a breeze. The second, about 16 kilometers in country was where we met the snag. Apparently, the men at the first patrol station had radioed ahead to let their buddies know we were coming – and with a truck full of loot. My friend, no stranger to the nefarious workings of the Mexican border guards was prepared. The officials pulled us over and began to scrutinize the truck and its bounty. After seeing nothing of real value – like cooking spices, cork boards, hand towels, soaps, reading lamps, and various sundries it was obvious they really didn’t want anything other than money. Long story short; we ended up paying $50 US and forking over a couple of Playboy magazines my friend had brought along for such a contingency. (so he says , anyway.)
So living in Mexico has advantages, but be prepared to experience the occasional shakedown now and again. Personally when I was younger, it didn’t bother me and I accepted it as part of life, but as I get older I don’t want to deal with this kind of compromise.
Leave a comment below. Do you have a story to tell about living in Mexico?