Oh great. It’s the Policia.

So we got pulled over in Puebla, MEX last night. A rather portly and overly-friendly transit cop stopped us because Margaret’s dog was in the front seat and because the rear windows was blocked with stuff we were hauling. He then let us know that these violations were serious and we’d have to get citations but I noticed that while he kept pointing at his ticket book he didn’t have a pen in his hand. He then let us know that this could take a long time and he was very sorry. We just kept smiling and nodding and pretending to speak no Spanish while waiting for him to get to the point. Finally in pidgin English, he held out his hands d said “money” and “vamanos” several times until it was clear this if we just gave him some cash we could go. I offered him 200 pesos—about ten bucks US—and said it was all I had. He took it, smiled, shook my hand then got back in his car and drove off.

Welcome to Mexico, Gringoes.