I got arrested on the Isla de Cozumel as it was known then on Christmas morning, 1980 for a 1 car accident with my Hertz rent a car, even with all the insurance. phucked me around in custody trying to squeeze me for big, big $$$ for almost 24 hs. and back then I had certain US credentials that should have sprung me for that kind of a thing, please not bragging, but that was the situation. Now I am just a regular goof, or worse. But, it was Christmas day, 1980, on an Mexican island which then was still largely undeveloped (eg, limited telephones), and nobody to call. And they knew it and laughed at me. In fact, taunted me. I'll remember that laugh until I die. I was pooping in my pants and hoping i could keep my pants where they were.
The movie Midnight Express came out in '78 and it was/is powerful. If there are younger guys on the board who haven't watched it, rent it. Oliver Stone flick, 80% fact based on victim Billy Hayes's 1977 book/narration of what happened to him in Turkey. I remember i could not get that out of my mind sitting in that shit hole jail with two creeps.
Finally got the idea to offer them my AmEx card and they agreed. They went to Hertz and got the credit card imprinter machine as fast as they could, like pronto. Signed it with my name and had the brains to add "disputed and coerced". The capitan says what's that? I told him it was my full name, like they do with all their mothers stuff tacked on, like Maria Juanita Garcia Lopez Calderon. No problem, he was so happy, brought me coffee and a pastry. Let me out. Got my gringa, went directly to the airport, got the first flight out to anywhere, luckily it was to Miami so that proved to me there was a God. In pre-internet/fax 1980, Western Union telegrams were still the norm for emergency communications. Sent one from Miami to AmEx with the AmEx voucher # and all the relevant details with the "disputed and coerced" thing.
I never ever heard anything about it again, not from AmEx, not from Hertz, nada. Not one piece of mail, not one telephone call from either. And there was big $$$ damage to the new white VW convertible I had rented and sunk in what I thought was just a big puddle on a dirt road on the far side of the then desolate south tip of the island near the Celorain Lighthouse looking for Mayan ruins off of a $1 tourist map. Her goofy idea, I could have cared less about ancient ruins, I just wanted to keep getting laid. I looked at the approx place on google earth when that came on line and that area is all built up now. Back then it was the bush. Had to kick the windshield out to free us. Walked back 1/2 mile or so to the black top, some greengo's picked us up. Took her to the hospital Centro, I went to Hertz where I then got pinched. Still have my carbon copy of the credit card voucher for 20 zillion pesos framed and hung in my office.
That was it for me and Mexico where I would go 2-3x a year. Went to Colombia next vacation, in fact for a few days to Amazonas, and really, really didn't like the vibes there--was really happy when we got out of there, a dumb decision back then; a lot less anti-Gringo in Bogata and also Cartegena--mind you we're talking 1980-- but still kind of felt it; but normal on their island of San Andres which was really, really undeveloped then--I mean 5 shit hotels but in paradise. Now San Andres is a huge int'l tourist attraction. Nicaragua says it's always been theirs and if you look at the facts there is some merit to it other then Nica kind of slept on its claim--in the legal world they say "if you snooze you lose"--and they slept. But the World Court recently partially agreed and ruled that at least the maritime fishing zone was Nica. Colombia 5 years earlier said they would abide by the court's ruling. After the court ruled last month, Colombia said Phuck that court. I can foresee little wooden Nica warships firing cannons with Nica Presidente Daniel Ortega imitating Johnny Depp calling out the fire calls from broadsides, especially if his main man in Argentina, Hugo Chavez, survives. No way are they going to let a now gringo friendly country renege and walk on that deal.
I then started going to Belize, then Honduras, then Guat, and eventually and finally CR and then no where else. My car accident was a blessing in disguise. Phuck Mexico. Phuck Mexico.
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