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Originally posted by Snapping Twig:
In April 1981 we took our honeymoon in Cancun. We watched our luggage coming off the plane and when we checked in to customs, they said our luggage was lost. As a naive American, I was outraged and told them I watched it come off the plane.
Mistake.
After that, they did every trick in the book to separate us from our money, mess with us (slipped us a mickey) and when we finally got through to my Dad to send us some money to pay the "exit fee", they stole the Western Union transfer. It was like the movie "Out of Towners" with Jack Lemon and Sandy Dennis.
Any country with an exit fee is a guaranteed shithole!
I vowed then and there that the next time I went to Mexico, I would have my hands on the bomb bay doors of a B 52.
I got into it in Merida Mexico with an officious soldier that picked me to harass on the flight home. Having been driven to the edge and hating bullies anyway, I told him as we were walking to the plane and he was following me that the best part of this was knowing I was going to America and he had to stay there.
On the plane (Aero Mexico) that had flies buzzing around inside it I felt the first twinges of tourista, knew it was a parting gift as the "bottled water" was refilled from the tap on purpose, I bought an adult beverage. I gave the stewardess a $10 bill for a $3 drink, she never returned with the change.
So, that's my story, all true no hyperbola. Screw these third world shitholes!