Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Drugs on Vacation


Last weekend while I was vacationing in Cancun for a friend's wedding, I realized that if you really want drugs, all you have to do is ask...anyone.  I struck up a conversation with a Canadian tourist and we started to talk about what we did for a living, why we were there (turns out he was there for a wedding, too), about the resort we were staying in, etc.

What I remember most is that he started to talk about how he also sold cocaine and marijuana back home and how the first few days of arriving to Cancun he was "blasted out of his mind."  Apparently, all he had to do to score some really "good" cocaine was ask a taxi driver.  What's most interesting is that the taxi driver delivered the stuff to the hotel without the Canadian ever having to leave like if it were a pizza delivery.  Frankly, I'm not really sure why he felt comfortable telling me this or even how we started that conversation.  He went on to say that back home, his friend recently went to jail for selling drugs and that he was surprised he had not been caught yet because he sold "a **** load."  I wanted to know who his supplier was, so I asked.  He said the Hell's Angels supplied him with the merchandise.  "Are you sure?  At the end of the day, it probably comes from Mexico."  I could't help myself.

People like this Canadian tourist keep the Mexican cartels in business.  He sounded so proud, proud like the parent watching his son perform the lead role in the school play or like getting first place at the championship match.  He didn't seem to be phased about the possibility that he could go to jail like his old buddy.  

For him, it was just another day.  For me, it was just another day in the Mexican drug country.  


Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Lookout (El Alcon)

On Saturday afternoon, we were making our way to visit a relative's house when we spotted a green camouflage humvee filled with Mexican soldiers.  Its common to see soldiers in the area because they have a post nearby and they normally come into town to buy food and other necessities.  Some stood while others sat in the vehicle's bed as they watched each others back.  I was reminded of a war movie when the lookout stood watch while the other soldier slept, each facing away from each other.  

You could see that they were prepared for war.  They were fully armored with kevlar helmets, bullet proof vests, high powered weapons, and expressionless, serious faces.  For a split second, I felt as if I had made eye contact with one of them and I immediately started to think; "Does he think I'm one of them?"  I had stopped for a cold treat to keep cool from the humidity.

We approached our destination and immediately right after, we spotted a black four door car with heavily tinted windows.  The driver was backing into the dentist office in front of us, the car and the driver facing us.  We all went about our business.  We talked, we laughed.  We were having normal conversation.  I felt a little uneasy, trying really hard not to look toward the car's way.  It was obvious that the person in the car was sent to keep a close watch on the soldiers and other potentially threatening activity that might disrupt local drug operations.  As we joked, my mind started to drift away.  I started to think about what would happen if the soldiers and the lookout started to gun each other right in front of us.  

After about half an hour, he left as nonchalantly as he had come.  We continued our conversation.